Chapter 78
Unlimited game space.
Half an hour before the trial "Please Follow the Settings" began, viewers were teleported to the live broadcast lobby.
However, the once lively and cheerful venue was now filled with a stiff and tense atmosphere.
The bright red countdown on the panel seemed to transform into a snare hanging overhead, making them involuntarily swallow hard and tense up.
[All-out Battle Mode]
This mode will be activated when the number of qualified players is far lower than the total number of players.
Upon hearing this announcement, most players, who had previously been indifferent, were jolted awake as if they had fallen into an ice cave in the dead of winter.
The forum immediately exploded.
The trending post tagged #AllPeopleFrontline# quickly overshadowed gossip and other interesting news, dominating the entire page. Bewildered players flocked to the comments section of the trending post to vent their anxieties, sparking a flurry of debate.
Some people have pointed out incisively that the system's reliance on consecutive first-run records as the sole criterion is a complete trap!
As the difficulty of dungeons increases, the number of people who can maintain the first clear record will only decrease, which is an inevitable trend.
In other words, the all-out battle mode will definitely be launched.
Players who frequently enter and exit the trial pool might be able to cope, but for casual players who stay away from combat, it's nothing short of a catastrophe.
It was around this time that a data expert posted the player class ratio.
Despite the booming live streaming industry and the seemingly large number of participants in each challenge, less than 15% of the players are actually actually fighting on the front lines.
Faced with the heavy responsibility of redeeming the Earth, nearly 80% of people actually chose to give up?
A chill seemed to rise from the soles of their feet, and the players were drenched in sweat.
Looking back, it's not that no one has felt this way.
The number of shops, farmland, forests, ranches, and other buildings in the player lobby has increased dramatically. Previously, there were only a few dozen, but now there are enough to form several cities.
It seems that over time, people are more inclined to work or do business rather than take risks and adventures.
Especially after the system enabled features such as shop rentals, players' buying and selling activities were greatly protected. They could use basic materials from the system shop to make tools and items, and even sell them to the shop at high prices.
In comparison, wouldn't it be a sure thing to make a profit?
The points earned can also be used to tip the streamers who help you complete the challenges, contributing to the redemption of Earth.
The first trial has an extremely high death rate. As witnesses, they use their memories as pens to record history and strategies. Aren't they also contributing to the building?
Until the system launched the All-Out War mode.
This is no longer a question of whether there is a conspiracy theory.
Some people have already realized with a cold sweat that the "all-out front" model will inevitably be pushed to the level of "all people".
Next, a large number of players will enter the instance, and then thousands or even hundreds of millions will die.
Their memories will be erased one by one until a complete purge turns everyone into a blank slate.
At that time, players will no longer remember the past and will return to a new starting point, allowing the system to manipulate them, stepping into previous traps, and unknowingly entering the next cycle!
The atmosphere in the live broadcast room was so tense it felt like it could explode at any moment.
The casual players were sweating profusely, their eyes closed as they frantically prayed to the heavens, hoping the system wouldn't choose them.
People are constantly watching the leaderboard, and few have noticed that the top players who have been silent on the power rankings for a long time are gradually turning off their anonymity and starting live streams.
Inside a VIP box that required an exorbitant amount of points to rent, someone couldn't help but grumble.
"Do you guys think this is reasonable? I only missed the first two trials, and the popularity has dropped so low?"
"That means he's past his prime; he should step down sooner rather than later."
"Screw you! How could I, the top streamer in the industry, become outdated so quickly?"
There were still a few people sitting in the private room, and the player panels that were open all displayed a countdown to entering the dungeon.
Thick blood dripped from the end of the word, leaving a sticky, damp, and cold red trail, and a chilling and gloomy atmosphere followed.
If other players saw this, they would be terrified, or at least turn pale.
However, the people present remained calm and went about their own business, completely unaffected.
The man who had just called himself "Young Master" leaned back, lazily curled up on the sofa, and flipped through the power rankings while playing with a Rubik's Cube with one hand.
He had dyed yellow hair and wore an ordinary black t-shirt. He looked young and inexperienced, not yet twenty. He had narrow, almond-shaped eyes, with a beauty mark under his left eye. His cheeks were a little chubby, which, combined with his features, gave him a somewhat rebellious, childlike air.
The obsidian earring, shaped like a playing card, dangled from her left ear, shimmering under the light.
Upon seeing several code names, his eyes lit up immediately. He sat up abruptly and excitedly exclaimed, "Hey, look! Those peak-level people have actually participated in the trial! I thought they wouldn't show up until [9], tsk tsk tsk."
The square-faced man on the left didn't even look up, calmly replying, "The nationwide trial mode has begun, and the [Prophet's] prophecy has been preliminarily confirmed. They can't sit still any longer."
"For the sake of a vague prophecy, they gave up several first-pass trials and locked themselves in the trial pool for repeated training. I definitely couldn't do that. I really admire their perseverance."
The blond-haired youth shook his head as he spoke, then opened the leaderboard.
The top spot [8] belongs to Team America, whose streamer popularity and current live streaming popularity are tied for first place.
He paused, his eyes narrowing involuntarily, like a praying mantis raising its arm to hunt.
"Do you think the system will allow this 'savior' to successfully become a [10]?"
Seeing his competitive spirit and unwillingness to fall behind, the square-faced man shook his head helplessly: "Alright, why are you arguing with a man-made thing? Get ready to pass this trial."
"S-rank Ghost King difficulty, number of Ghost Kings unknown. Even if you are in the top ten of the combat power ranking, you may not be able to pass smoothly."
"Stop, stop, stop! I have to correct you on something," the blond youth interrupted him loudly.
He abruptly changed the subject, his eyes deep and unfathomable, a smile playing on his lips, his imposing aura overwhelming: "Not in the top ten—"
"It's the fifth."
With a click, the 12x12 Rubik's Cube, which had been spun with one hand, landed steadily on the table.
The next second, the number of viewers in the live stream skyrocketed, and in just a few breaths, the popularity increased by tens of millions!
Wow, I can't believe I'm actually getting to see the little magician's live stream in my lifetime!
You've finally come back to life, haven't you?
Hey, are you there? Why didn't you participate in the first two trials? If you were here, even the strongest bosses could be defeated.
QAQ Help, little magician! The system is playing dirty tricks, forcing players to participate in the first clear, and I was on the list just announced! If I die this time, my memory will be wiped, and I won't be able to give you any more rewards. I need a potion!
...
There are ten minutes left before the trial begins.
The blond youth glanced at the barrage of comments and immediately smirked. He then used a team-up tool to send an invitation to the commenter's ID.
"There's really no other way." The young man laughed, a hint of slyness in his eyes. "Then I'll take you with me. I can't let my lovely fans be worried sick."
The audience member was simply making a casual complaint under immense pressure.
As one of the millions of fans of the little magician, he had been quietly following the streamer and never thought that he would receive the streamer's favor and protection.
Looking at the team invitation in front of me, I felt a dizzying mix of excitement and surprise, as if I had been hit on the head by a lottery ticket.
Team-up items require a high number of points, and the number of people in a team is limited by the system. Generally, you will only team up with people you trust to increase your survival rate.
I knew the little magician was always good to his fans, but I never expected him to be this generous.
Like pouring ice water into a hot oil pan, the live stream room instantly boiled over, and the number of comments exploded exponentially!
Seeing this exaggerated display, his companion couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "People who have been celebrities are really something else; they can easily manipulate the audience's thoughts."
After selecting the lucky viewer, the blond youth politely extended team invitations to the top-ranking fans on the donation leaderboard.
Two dimples appeared on his face as he smiled, his beauty mark twitched slightly, his earring swayed, and his eyes seemed to be filled with deep affection: "Thank you for your strong support, brothers and sisters. Would you do me the honor of letting me protect you?"
Absolutely!
The most adorable little devil is the sweetest, waaaaah!!!
Before entering a dungeon, players receive no information other than the title. However, they can use group items to determine the number of players assigned to that session.
Of course, this method is only affordable for players with deep pockets.
The blond youth stopped when he invited the fifth teammate and subtly gestured to his teammate.
The others realized what was happening and immediately frowned.
"It's a medium-sized dungeon with over fifty players... Does that mean the venue is particularly large?"
The blond youth's gaze fell on a certain comment, then suddenly froze. He read it aloud with interest: "What are your thoughts on the newly appeared special NPCs? Are you worried that you're not even as good-looking as an NPC, um..."
He raised an eyebrow: "I also watched Yan Yue's live stream. If the scene hadn't been so steep and out of focus that it didn't even capture half of the NPC's spirit, I might have actually been worried."
"As for now, I'm really looking forward to running into that legendary Xie Xubai. He's definitely better at setting up the live broadcast camera than Yan Yue."
"By then you will realize that after all the twists and turns, only I can become your number one."
The comments section immediately became lively and enthusiastic, with people calling him shameless.
Five minutes before the start of the S-rank trial.
A group of players dressed in white military-style training uniforms arrived at the Capitol Building and paid their respects to the stone tablet inscribed with "Humanity Never Gives Up".
Under the sunlight, the emblem of "Peak" reflected a cold, solemn silver light, dazzling and eye-catching.
Four minutes before the trial begins.
A player wearing a black cloak squatted on a rock, the whetstone scraping fiercely against his scythe, excitedly muttering, "Hey, let me run into him, let me run into him, let me run into him... I'll definitely run into that great, kind, person named Xie Xubai."
Three minutes before the trial begins.
As if by unanimous agreement, over 90% of the players on the power rankings lit up their live stream icons, leaving viewers both shocked and surprised.
One minute before the trial begins.
All participants are ready to go.
Soon, the countdown reached zero.
The challenger's vision suddenly went black, as if they had fallen into a vast ocean. After hearing the clear "plop" of water, their body swayed uncontrollably, and a flood of memories rushed into their mind.
The system's voice carried a chilling undertone, like a warning.
Players are requested to fulfill their current role and not violate the character's established rules.
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