"Hey! New kid, rest time is over, it's time for your activities!"
It must have been the morning of the next day. I don't know who knocked on my door, and then the door was forcibly opened.
I didn't sleep well in this damn place. No one can sleep well if their parents are dead, they listen to a stranger's nonsense, and they arrive in a completely out of place place.
When I walked out of the room still bleary-eyed, I saw that the people passing by were all stout men, some of whom clearly didn't look Asian. The hair on my body was almost thicker than mine.
These people looked at me as if they were looking at air, and I looked at them the same way.
When I followed these murderers into a very empty underground hall, I saw an instructor whose figure was beyond imagination. He looked like a mahjong tile enlarged countless times.
The instructor was wearing an old military uniform, and it was hard to tell which country it was from. He glanced at everyone who entered the underground hall one after another, and said in a cold and ruthless tone: "You have a carnival today. Ten minutes.
From now on, people who enter here can attack anyone without restrictions. If ten people die, the game is over! Now the timer starts, please cheer up, otherwise you will definitely be among the dead."
When I heard the instructor's words, my heart suddenly twitched.
"kill!"
I want revenge, and I have also thought about killing people, but I am not ready to kill people yet.
I have wanted to kill Loki countless times, but I have never felt that killing Loki and killing someone are the same thing. It is just ten minutes of preparation, which is of no use to me, and it is impossible to rely on it.
In these ten minutes, he immediately became tough-hearted and killed without blinking an eye.
I was a little confused at first, but I became even more confused after hearing what the instructor said. I actually didn't react at all and just stood there for ten minutes.
When the instructor yelled: "Start!"
A thick fist brutally hit my face, and then I flew sideways for more than ten meters like a cloud and mist, and hit the wall hard. When I was hit in the head, I didn't feel it at all.
It hurt. The pain only became clear after a moment. That feeling, which I had never experienced before, made me feel like I was dead.
My face was completely bruised, and my nose, teeth, and jaws were all smashed into pulp. If there were no accidents, I should have struggled for a while and then died. But no matter what, another unlucky guy was also smashed.
It flew over with great force.
The golden shroud wrapped around my wrist sensed the smell of blood and stretched out silently.
After the Golden Shroud touched the body of the unlucky ghost, it immediately gave birth to many thin tentacles, and then began to devour the flesh and blood desperately. It is strange to say that every time the Golden Shroud swallowed a piece of flesh and blood, my body would
With a little more strength, even the facial features that were smashed into a mess, like a ball of mud, are slowly but surely recovering.
After I regained enough consciousness, the pain became even worse, making me want to roll on the floor. Only the last bit of clarity in my mind allowed me to resist this stupid impulse.
"Damn! It's time!"
The golden shroud was quietly put away. I covered my face and stood up with difficulty. Although some people saw that I was still alive, no one meddle in my business.
In less than a minute, this place turned into an extremely tragic battlefield. One person was torn in half alive, and the rest of the dead were also miserable in their own way, but what was even worse was those who were still alive but severely injured.
People, they look even more disgusting than dead people.
The dead are silent, but these people scream as shrill as ghosts, which makes people want to cover their ears and never want to hear such a sound again. The hysterical screams of the seriously injured made my heart break.
They all felt a chill that penetrated their bones.
The instructor didn't care about these people at all. He looked at the smart tablet he had taken out at some point and said with a sneer: "You guys are not bad at all. The activities just now were just an appetizer. Let's start today's formal training.
Today is combat training, you all stand facing the wall and find your place!"
I also endured the severe pain on my face, found a wall, and tried to regain my strength by holding on to the wall.
Next to me was a foreigner whose hair was shining with gold. He grinned at me, and his white teeth were like those of a wild beast. I had no time to pay attention to him. Every breath he took caused the wound to be affected and my whole body twitched in pain. At this time, I still
If you can distract yourself from other things, then you are a ghost.
The instructor's words soon rang in our ears again. He smiled and said: "The wall you are facing will have its own health value. This number is ten thousand points..." When he spoke, the wall in front of me
The wall lit up, and an Arabic numeral "10000" appeared on the wall.
Before I had time to think about how such an unscientific thing happened, I heard the instructor's ruthless voice saying: "What you have to do is to reduce these 10,000 health points to zero. I don't care what means you use."
,Those who cannot complete the task before eleven o’clock will not get lunch!”
Without thinking, I punched the wall. But the sharp pain from my fist made me understand that this wall might be weird, but it was as hard as a real stone. The punch I just punched had already gone out.
I tried my best, but that hateful number flickered and was not wiped out at all.
The foreigner next to me, whose hair was shining with golden hair, also punched hard, but the numbers on the wall in front of him lost three digits under this fierce punch. Looking at his punching posture, it was more
I had become more tyrannical many times, and I couldn't help but gasp when I remembered the punch in the face just now. I had no doubt that this golden-haired foreigner's fist was enough to explode anyone's head.
"What the fuck kind of hell is this on earth? These people are living devils!"
I turned my head and looked at the wall and the row of huge Arabic numerals in front of me. I took a deep breath of dirty air, pushed all the distracting thoughts out of my mind, and said to myself fiercely: "You want revenge."
, don’t be afraid to be a devil, just crush it to me, damn numbers!”
I punched hard, but the wall remained motionless, and the Arabic numerals on the line "10,000" remained unchanged, as if they were coldly mocking me for overestimating my abilities!