"What are you dawdling for? The game is about to start."
The customer behind him urged him unhappily, and the boss also began to urge him: "If you haven't thought it through, go sit aside first."
The man in the suit "Buy" slapped the 10,000 yuan bill on the table. His finger was originally pointing at a heavyweight boxing champion, but for some reason it pointed at the boy with the highest odds.
"3000 times the odds, you really are a gambler."
On the other side, Long Shaoming walked out of the bakery with a piece of bread in his hand, and the dirty children around him immediately rushed over to surround him.
"Don't worry, everyone has a share, there's no need to rush."
However, it was not bread they wanted; the children clung to his thighs in silence.
Long Shaoming was confused and asked, "What happened to everyone? Were you bullied by others? Duo'er, what happened?"
Seeing no one answered, he turned his gaze to the most obedient little girl.
The little girl named Duoer answered obediently: "We don't want the eldest brother to die. The eldest brother can't beat those adults. You will die."
After hearing this, the others couldn't hold back their tears either, and almost everyone started crying at the same time.
Long Shaoming is their eldest brother and also their father. He takes them to pick up trash, beg, find a place to spend the winter, and survive in this cold steel forest.
Although he is just a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, he provides a support for these children.
"Wuwuwu, boss, don't die. What will we do if you die?"
"Boss, don't go."
Long Shaoming neither agreed nor refused. He just smiled at the children, touched their heads and said, "Believe me, I will definitely let you go to school, live in a warm house, and have enough food every day."
After distributing the bread, he kept half a fist-sized piece for himself.
After swallowing a mouthful of bread, he turned and walked towards the huge metal arena. He showed his identity and was led through the side door without any inspection. The crying of the children behind him gradually disappeared, and as the iron door closed heavily, the sunlight disappeared.
Only his eyes always radiated golden light and were full of high confidence.
Long Shaoming knew that this was his only chance to change his life. The stars before might also be an opportunity. Even a kid like him who grew up in a garbage dump knew that selling the stars would allow him to live a good life.
Or if you eat it, you may gain extraordinary strength.
But he neither sells nor eats it.
He didn't sell it because he was afraid that he would not be able to enjoy it. He may not have heard that a man is innocent but a treasure is guilty, but he understands this truth. In the slums, if you have 1,000 yuan on you, you may be in danger of your life, let alone a star.
For a long time he was walking on thin ice, fearing that the existence of the stars would be discovered.
I don't eat it because I can't bite it.
As a person who grew up eating garbage, although Long Shaoming gave himself this name from some movies and TV shows from China, he does not have the kind of twisted arrogance of "relying entirely on himself". He makes a living by picking up garbage, so where does the arrogance come from? It's just for survival.
If eating stars could make his life better, he would eat them without hesitation.
Hundreds of people gathered in the preparation room, and the scene was even more chaotic.
They knew they were going to fight each other soon, so they had no feelings at all. They looked at each other with hostility, hoping to reduce the number of targets they were competing for right now. At the same time, most of the target groups participating in this game were desperate people who were desperate or wanted to take a gamble, so they were bound to be fierce.
As soon as Long Shaoming walked in, dozens of eyes were cast at him, but no one took action.
Because there were two monks standing at the door, staring at everyone with cold eyes, intimidating everyone with absolute force.
The clothes they wore were similar to those worn in ancient Shenzhou, which represented their status in the Black Soil State. They were like nobles, and killing people was not a crime. Of course, the sect responsible for maintaining order this time was biased towards the righteous path, and they still looked down on mortals in their bones, but they would not bother with them too much.
Long Shaoming swaggered towards the right wall, where countless cold weapons were piled up, reflecting slightly under the light, and each weapon had been sharpened. And they were all made of special steel, which could be called divine weapons in ancient times.
After some selection, Long Shaoming chose a spear.
Guns are the cold weapons with the lowest training cost and the greatest power. As a kid who grew up in a garbage dump, he naturally had no experience in so-called cold weapons, but he also knew that a stick was better than a knife.
"no……"
After some thought, he put the spear back and replaced it with a half-arm-long bayonet.
The spear was useful but he didn't have the strength to use it, and this was not a one-on-one duel. He had watched the battle of a hundred people for a week and understood that this game was not about who could kill more, but about who could live longer, or who could get supernatural powers first.
He currently cannot figure out how to obtain supernatural powers. There are many different opinions on the Internet, but no one has been able to guess it correctly.
"Contestants enter."
The voice without much emotion reached everyone's ears, and everyone, including Long Shaoming, felt their hearts tighten and their bodies couldn't help but tense up. After walking a hundred or eighty steps along the long corridor, the view suddenly opened up.
On the extremely open arena, hundreds of thousands of spectators on both sides were watching them. Drones were flying in the sky, capturing each of their expressions and movements clearly.
Standing on the stage, Long Shaoming felt an unprecedented feeling, a feeling of being watched, a feeling of being the center of attention.
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