There is no such thing as a rabbit dying and a fox dying. A thousand players are all competitors. Although you can advance only by completing tasks, the fewer the number of players, the better.
28 players used their own failures to find out the dungeon rules for the remaining players.
In this copy, any action taken by the player will arouse the suspicion of evil spirits. Therefore, it is crucial to successfully play an 11-year-old child.
For example, the safest way is to be moderate.
During the break, the players left the school building without leaving behind.
The school is located on a plain near the coastline. Gloomy clouds block the light source, and the atmosphere is gloomy.
The school building is located on the seaside, on a slope 20 to 30 meters above ground. Simple long houses made of wooden planks are connected in a row to serve as classrooms and offices. The rest is a large open space of sand and gravel without any grass, where children after class are playing freely.
The longhouse classroom is backed by the sea, and the plain outside the open space on the slope is a stretch of low huts that stretch for several kilometers. There are occasionally two- and three-story buildings or bluestone houses that stand out from the crowd.
It can be initially judged that the scientific level of the main world is still around the Iron Age.
The season may be spring and summer, but there is not a trace of greenery. Whether it is on the slope or in the gathering place below.
The seawater on the coast behind is strangely gray, and occasionally blown up by the sea breeze, the salty and wet smell of the seawater is mixed with an unsettling rancid odor.
Countless black mist threads snake down from the clouds and fall on the players' heads. Only the players can see this horrifying scene.
The player Qing Yin Hua was crazy and couldn't wait to learn more about this place. But the evil spirit's gaze prevented him from speaking.
"Sophia disappeared last night...Father said it went to other places to seek refuge like other sparrows."
The little boy's complaint was carried by the sea breeze to Qiong Yin Hua Kuang's ears. His expression moved slightly and he looked sideways at a pile of simple wooden benches at the edge of the open space.
A little boy is talking to a little girl with short hair.
Qing Yinhua crazy pretended to be wandering and approached them, not far away from them, he pricked up his ears and eavesdropped.
"Don't worry, it might come back." The little girl comforted him.
"I don't know...it didn't even call me when it left." The little boy's head dropped lower and lower, feeling very disappointed. "You said why we stayed in Wanghaijiao instead of leaving with him..."
"Maybe...I don't know."
Qingyin's crazy behavior attracted the attention of other players, and they followed suit one after another, or talked to the children in the name of making friends.
As the information continues to be understood, the fog shrouding players is gradually dissipating.
Plants wilt in patches for unknown reasons.
A large number of dead fish wash ashore in the Endless Sea all day long, and they are already stinky and inedible.
Butterflies, bees, birds and other creatures disappeared and have not appeared since winter.
Various churches warned that this was an invasion of evil spirits and asked the residents in the gathering place to prepare for defense. The wealthy people left Wanghaijiao one after another.
Every few days, a thick fog that cannot be dispelled comes from the seaside. The fog is full of strange existences. The only way is to hide in the room, stay away from the windows, and stay in a place with light.
The main world at this time is even worse than players expected.
Dead and gloomy.
It seems like this world... is gradually dying.
The players were all cold. Some big-hearted children were chasing and playing in the open space, and laughter could not dispel the shadow in their hearts.
While the participating players were inquiring about the news, the watching players were not busy either. Those watching made a well-founded analysis.
The various tasks in the first round of the Death Tournament can be understood as level-clearing abilities. The second round can be regarded as physical fitness or agility. The third round is the most obvious, disguise.
The third round is obviously not the final. In other words, there will be a fourth round or even a fifth round until the final round.
So here comes the question. What kind of final requires players to have certain clearance abilities, good physical fitness and intelligence, and the ability to camouflage?
Many players have started various discussions and speculations about this, but they can only guess.
While other players are busy thinking about how to survive, Mu Su is... building a small group.
"You want to hang out with me?"
Mu Su sat cross-legged on a stone half as tall as a man, with his hands tucked into his loose linen jacket, and his tone was proud.
Under the rocks, two little boys looked up at Mu Su and nodded irregularly. The names above their heads were Free Wind and Wei Xuan.
This kind of cooperation is not uncommon, and some players have begun to look for familiar players to cooperate. The top ten players in the second round are especially popular. However, although Musu impressed everyone before, there were only two
Players come to him.
After all, he treats his teammates with the same cruelty.
Most players don't want to work with a time bomb.
Mu Su thought about it seriously and then said with an expression: "Do you think our team is called 'Mu Su and his two followers'?"
Mu Su skipped the previous steps and went directly to naming.
The two players looked at each other and became entangled.
They intend to cooperate, not to be followers...
Being a follower is actually nothing, but now it is a live broadcast, and millions, maybe tens of millions, of players are watching...
Mu Su urged the two of them to express their stance impatiently, his fingers trembling impatiently.
The black mist withered claws above his head were also trembling restlessly, impatiently.
Wei Xuan tentatively raised his head and asked him: "Can I know what we are going to do after joining?"
"Of course I'm skipping class!" Mu Su stood up excitedly, and Black Mist Withered Claw had to retract a distance to avoid hitting Mu Su.
"...?" Free Wind stretched his neck forward as if he didn't hear clearly, showing a hint of confusion.
He heard Mu Su's words clearly, but he didn't seem to hear them clearly.
"As a child, isn't it reasonable to want to go out and play instead of going to class? Even if those evil people——"
The black fog withered claws twisted and stretched, and the eyes of the two people opposite showed horror.
Mu Su suddenly said dryly: "——So what if the ruthless dean knows about it."
The black mist withered claws stopped in front of Mu Su's hair.
The two of them were frightened. They just wanted to find someone to cooperate with them to pass the level instead of accompanying Mu Su to skip classes and commit suicide.
"Forget it...my mother wants me to go to school well."
"Me too!"
The two players ran away for fear that Mu Su would try to persuade him to stay.
"coward."
Mu Su sneered disdainfully, squatted down and sat cross-legged on the rock again, continuing to hold his chin in thought.
A few minutes later, an old man rang the small bell outside the office wooden house, and the students returned to the classroom one after another.
The second lesson is still botany. Before class, Philly asked the students to answer a question.
A very strange question.
"What are you most afraid of?"
In order, the students answered in turn.
"I'm most afraid of...ghosts."
"It's dark..."
"I am most afraid that my loved ones will leave me."
Soon it was Mu Su's turn. He stood up and coughed lightly: "The unstoppable progress of time will eventually lead us to inevitable death."