"The one in power." Boss Rabbit looked at him with his head down: "...You still have one minute to choose."
Su Mingan smiled.
The Boss Rabbit's white eyelashes trembled, and looking at Su Mingan's smile, it had a bad feeling.
"I think, since I was specifically asked to come here to choose, it is impossible for me to face a situation of almost blind selection. Otherwise, it would be better to directly assign NPCs to me randomly." Su Mingan said: "So - this question must have a best answer, it just depends on whether I can find this 'best answer'."
Boss Rabbit blinked.
Its expression seemed extremely stiff at this moment, and its pair of red eyes stared straight at him.
"If there is an introducer of rules in the eighth world..." Su Mingan spread his hands.
"Can my clone replace 'you'?"
He asked:
"…The 'rule introducer' of the Eighth World, Boss Rabbit?"
…
[2024/01/02, 0:10]
"clang--!"
An ancient bell sounded slowly, the sound like thunder, shaking the ears of every player who just opened his eyes.
"Shuashuashua——"
A full one hundred beams of white light appeared.
In this white rain-like light, the players opened their eyes.
The moment Noel regained control of his body, silk threads appeared in his hands.
He guessed that the eighth world would be an escape-and-kill competition world, so the game should have already begun the moment he was teleported to the venue, and he would have to be on guard against everyone around him from the first second.
But when he raised his hand and tried to move the thread, he heard a cold system prompt:
[Eighth World: Rules Introduction Period. All combat activities are prohibited during this period.]
Noel blinked his eyes, which were gradually regaining their vision, and put down his hand.
...The game hasn't started yet?
He rubbed his eyes, and his vision became clearer again. He immediately began to observe his surroundings.
Just like the MVP awards ceremony at the end of the Fourth World, they were now in the sky.
There was nothing around them except floating white clouds. Under their feet was a transparent circular platform, and he was standing on an arc of the circular platform.
There was a player standing at a certain distance, a hundred people in total, forming a circle around this large platform.
There was a cold and astringent smell floating in the air, which reminded people of the smell of disinfectant in the hospital.
Noel immediately looked to the left and saw Su Mingan, who was sitting very close to him. The circle seemed to be arranged according to the ranking. To the left of the first was the hundredth, to the right of the first was the second, and to the right of the second was the third, and so on.
"We can't attack each other for the time being? What a shame."
The seventy-eighth player, Leslie, a curly-haired woman with a teardrop mole on her face, smiled. She had an unusual scent on her body and seemed to have launched an attack, but it had no effect.
"Rule introduction period... It seems the rules are not simple." A middle-aged man who looked wealthy and kind squinted his eyes. He was the 42nd player, Joey, an elderly overseas Chinese businessman who had become younger in the world game.
"...Has it not started yet?" The ninety-eighth player, boxer Yurikul, stared with tiger eyes. He knocked the bright red boxing gloves in his hands, looking a little eager to make a move.
The sound of small exchanges floated on this quiet aerial platform. The players at the top of the leaderboard were not brainless people. Most of them remained silent, not even saying a word of complaint, apparently wanting to wait and see what would happen.
...And the focus of these silent people's attention was a black-haired young man standing on the side of the arc.
Like spotlights, their eyes were precisely focused in that direction, with a few falling on Noel, Mizushima Kawai, Isabella, Edward, Beiwang and others.
The strong will always receive the most attention, not to mention the strongest, who will always attract the most attention.
But it was just a gaze.
No one would provoke, talk, ask for cooperation, or flatter at this time.
They knew that plotting in public in front of everyone was just like sending intelligence. They were not the kind of weak players who had to rely on the strong to survive.
Having come this far, they also have their own dignity and ability. Not to mention, this is a purely competitive world where it is determined from the beginning that "there will only be one winner".
And the focus of everyone's attention - Su Mingan was also waiting.
His eyes were fixed on the core of the circular platform, the empty area waiting for the host to appear.
His live broadcast room was already open the moment he was teleported. Perhaps because other adventure players could not participate and could only watch, the popularity of this live broadcast room soared to an unprecedented number.
【Oh! The screen finally lights up! 】
[By the way, why was the screen black in the live broadcast room of the first player just now? ]
[Who knows, maybe it's a special mission? ]
[It should be a bug. Warning, Ubisoft has infiltrated the world game. 】
[Su Mingan won't answer either, so what's the point of asking here?]
[Wow, there are so many big guys in the sky, why are you just standing there without taking screenshots! So many big guys in the same frame! ]
[It is said that the eighth world is a world of escape and killing... Su Mingan will not become a "ghost" or "butcher"? ]
[Then why can't we see this? They are not hunting us. ]
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