The night has ended.
Warm sunlight shone on the broken world.
The whole world was unusually quiet, except for the faint cracking sounds coming from the sky.
The so-called spirits have all vanished, and all the buildings have turned into real ruins.
The power of time is particularly cruel and merciless in this world, and everything becomes lifeless.
The desolate ruins were quiet; not a sound could be heard.
Ninety-nine percent of the participants had already lost consciousness and disappeared into space, thus inexplicably losing their eligibility to compete.
When they woke up in what was originally a closed hall on the cruise ship, they were greeted by magnificent decorations, elegant string music, and mouthwatering aromas.
It was like a lavish banquet that only happens in a dream, with hundreds of waiters moving back and forth in the hall, constantly serving the guests.
However, despite the allure of this scene, the contestants, upon waking and seeing the unpleasant expressions on the faces of those around them, already knew the outcome.
it's over.
For these eliminated contestants, it's all over.
Not only the competition, but also the reputation that many people have accumulated over the years may be completely lost in this incident.
Moreover, what's even more disheartening than these are the hardships they endure during the competition.
This experience was like a nightmare.
Honestly, this competition was a terrible experience for the vast majority of participants.
Not only is it extremely difficult, but there are also absolutely no hints. It's like wandering around aimlessly like a headless fly.
The vulnerability of the daytime and the terror of the night—this cruel world repeatedly crushes even the most confident contestants.
What's even more outrageous is that they didn't even pay me after the fight!
It's completely free; they don't even give you any mission clues.
That's just too much.
Even if they still had some humanity left, and heard some hints in their ears, they were like riddles, having no real value whatsoever.
Torture.
Repeated torment.
These participants deeply experienced what it means to be manipulated, to be completely in the dark, and to be at the mercy of others.
Faced with that terrible world, they were like lambs to the slaughter, utterly powerless to resist.
During the day, if a village woman suspects you of peeping, she can send you away with a frying pan.
At night, coincidentally, if she still suspects you of peeping, a frying pan will still be enough to send you flying...
That's fucking outrageous!
There's absolutely no gaming experience.
That's why there's no registration fee; otherwise, some hot-blooded guy like Kang Kai would definitely shout something impassioned:
"***, give me my money back!"
Rhodes stood in a corner of the hall, somewhat dazed, holding a glass of sparkling wine, his eyes fixed on the bubbles that kept rising to the surface.
He felt like he was having a dream...
After joining the team of the man with legendary swordsmanship, his memories became distorted.
"It seems I was eliminated while I was sleeping?"
My last memory was closing my eyes and then everything went black.
After that, he felt like his body wasn't his own anymore. Even though his body was very tired, he couldn't remember anything.
"This time... I'm afraid I really won't be able to join a large organization."
Rod knew much better than anyone else how well he had performed.
Although they had successfully carried out many actions before, they were all destroyed in the end by that person.
"Sigh... why did I have to run into a monster?"
Although Luo De had some minor dissatisfaction with Ning Feng, he did not harbor any resentment.
He has also experienced many awakenings, and he can still maintain this level of mentality.
It's just that my skills are inferior to others.
"I'll look for another opportunity later. I don't think my abilities are so bad that they shouldn't be recognized by others."
With fourth-tier strength, one is not considered weak anywhere. The reason for participating in this competition is simply to get noticed by people at a higher level.
After all, he's not young anymore.
After thinking for a while, Rhodes gradually regained his composure, his eyes becoming more lively, and suddenly his brows furrowed slightly.
"I keep feeling like someone is calling me 'boss' in my head..."
I don't have any gangster dreams, so why would I have such a dream?
Even after waking up, he still had a persistent feeling of auditory hallucinations...
It's like someone is using seven speakers to continuously play surround sound around his head in a 360-degree surround sound.
That's fucking weird!
What on earth happened?!
The vampire Fran was in the shadows of another corner, completely wrapped in a dark red robe, looking somewhat strange but posing no danger whatsoever.
This kind of outfit is not uncommon, and it did not attract the attention of others.
Her purple eyes swept over the people around her, searching.
Fran's memories are even stranger.
As a highly trained assassin, one of her training regimens was to prevent herself from completely losing consciousness.
When she suffers a trauma that her body cannot withstand, she will automatically enter a special state where she loses consciousness but her body can still remember what she was breathing afterward.
In this memory, she first entered a warm embrace, then felt the thunderous aura, and then her memory became completely disordered.
Even though Fran tried hard to recall, she couldn't remember what had happened at all.
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