The first thousand two hundred and ninety-three chapters exclamation mark, pound sign, percent sign,
"Sister Xinlan, what's your number?"
"616!"
"Sounds very auspicious. My number is 049, which is a very common number. I really want to change it."
"Xinxin, what about you?"
"233."
"Hey, I asked you for your number, what expression did you make?"
"233."
"As if I didn't say..."
"..."
Although he didn't understand why the Lord God wanted to hold a ring competition or a big event that included all the reincarnators, Russell was very interested in it, and his desire to cause trouble could not be calmed down, and no one could stop him.
Except for the number plate!
According to the rules set by the main god in Duan Xinlan's memory, all participating reincarnations will keep their names anonymous, and the numbers on the number plates will be their names on the ring.
Moreover, without a number plate, there is no admission ticket, and you cannot find a way to participate.
In addition to causing trouble, Russell also had another reason for wanting to participate.
When everyone is fighting, it would be too conspicuous for him to be an independent, aloof and quiet handsome man.
Even if he uses the strategy taught by Teacher Tony and turns all three women in the room into nymphos with negative IQs, he will still notice it when he should.
There is only one way!
Russell narrowed his eyes slightly. He did not want to use telepathy on acquaintances or delete memories arbitrarily, so...
Thinking about doing nothing without stopping, he killed all three women and took their number plates to compete.
The possibility of success is very high. Unless the number plate has its own facial recognition function and requires him to dress as a woman, no one can save them.
Anyway, no one saw it, and there was no basis for it, so no one could falsely accuse him of destroying flowers with ruthless hands.
Just when Russell's thoughts were lost, Mu Xinxin pointed at Russell's feet: "Hey, whose number plate is this, captain, is it yours?"
As she said that, she quickly stepped forward and picked up the number plate. Question marks immediately filled her head.
"Number exclamation mark Aite pound sign percent sign question mark question mark question mark..."
Mu Xinxin's eyes twitched: "Captain, what the hell is this number?"
"Let me see it, let me see it quickly."
Duan Xinlan and Guan Yin stepped forward and saw two lines of garbled characters displayed on a white sign that looked like an online banking shield.
【Name:???】
【serial number:!@#%???】
"What is this? Not only is the number garbled, it doesn't even have a name."
"I know, the Lord God rolled his face over the keyboard."
"Captain, you are so pitiful. The Lord God thinks you are not worthy of having a name."
"..."
Facing five hundred ducks, Russell turned his palms into a knife and cut each one in the head. He grabbed the number plate in his hand and said angrily: "You see, that's why I threw it on the ground."
"Got it!"
"Actually, we can understand even if you don't use your fists."
"Shut up if you understand. Otherwise, no one will know if you are buried in the barren mountains and mountains."
Russell finished with a hum, looking calm on the surface, muttering in his mind the Lord God's intention of arranging for him to compete.
Next to her, Guan Yin took out the universal capsule and released the three-piece sofa set in the living room with a bang. She brought her own coffee table and tea set. After sitting down, she skillfully brewed tea.
"Look, Arena No. 1 has already started."
"Other arenas have also started!"
"Are our numbers randomly selected, or are they ranked according to strength? Will No. 1 to 4 be the seeded players, and everyone else will run with them?"
"It shouldn't be possible. I am 616 and you are 049. Even if there is a gap, it cannot be so disparate."
"Sister Xinlan, give up. I have the bonus of Unit 1. The difference in strength is so huge."
"That's great, I'll kill you right now."
"Oh, don't come over here!"
"..."
Russell automatically blocked Gua Gua Gua, not interested in watching goblins fight, and was still thinking about the Lord God's intentions.
Being able to return to the main god space means that one of the two previous guesses can be overturned.
If the Lord God was really afraid of his power, he would not bring him back after he was exiled.
It is conceivable that it is his strength that affects the balance. The reincarnators live in the same world as him, and all the monsters are beaten by him, and they cannot measure the true level of other people at all.
Not to mention, the possibility is very high that he was locked up in a dark room because he was too strong.
But if that's the case, why not choose a real world if you just arrange any world?
I can’t figure it out!
A long time ago, Russell knew that the Lord God knew about his existence, and he also believed that the Lord God knew that he knew...
No more tricks, in short both sides know the other's existence.
This is evident from the two small copies of the Bronze Sacred Tree and the Terror Cruise Ship.
Russell didn't quite understand why the Lord God could tolerate his existence. If he were the Lord God, a disruptor like this who repeatedly disrupted the balance would definitely be killed on the spot.
But it didn't happen. He was given a number plate and allowed to participate in the ring competition.
Of course, erasure does not exist, but there is still targeting.
The 'Superwoman', a good ship, was actually split into two parts. The fact that he did not want to be a scumbag and had to bear the name of a scumbag was the most powerful evidence.
The sins of the Lord God are so heinous that it is difficult to describe them!
No matter how much he talks, he can't even defend himself!
"He~~tui, Lord of Trash, do you really think you can defeat me like this?"
Russell was disdainful and said in a low voice: "If you can, split it open again. If it splits into a hundred ships, I won't even frown."
"Captain, what are you mumbling about?"
The two goblins were still fighting and rolled into a ball on the double seat. Mu Xinxin did not want to be involved in the melee, so she ducked to Russell's side.
"It's nothing, I just think the number plate is too ridiculous and I'm being targeted."
Russell lies right out of his mouth. He is not bragging. He is just a Mu Xinxin. He can fool him into nowhere by just talking.
Mu Xinxin asked casually. After hearing Russell's answer, he thought carefully for a moment and replied: "Maybe this is a difference in treatment. Captain, you are so strong, it is reasonable for you to have a special number."
"Well, the flattery is just average. It needs to be strengthened."
Russell nodded, secretly feeling sorry for Shen Menghan. The younger brother around him couldn't say flattering words at all, and the captain's behavior was really boring.
Unlike him, whether in Hydra or Olympus, there are always a group of sycophants around him, which makes him extremely annoyed.
That is to say, everyone is acquainted with each other, and Russell has no airs to treat him as a friend, otherwise he would have been punished by others as sycophants.
"..."
Mu Xinxin asked for trouble, rolled her eyes beautifully, and looked at the battle on the big screen.
In the arena competition, the criteria for judging defeat are death, abstention, and surrender. There is no time limit. The first batch of sixty-four reincarnations to start the battle are only half as powerful, so they may have to fight for a long time.
"There are loopholes in the rules set by the Lord God..."
Russell frowned: "There is no time limit, which means that when the two of them are halfway through the fight, they can sit down and catch their breath, even take a shower and change clothes, and fall asleep for three days and three nights."
"Well, there shouldn't be such stupid reincarnations, right?" Mu Xinxin whispered.
"Yes, for example, if we meet and I want to take a shower, change clothes, and take a nap, what can you do?"
"Okay, I'm the stupid reincarnator."
After being frustrated continuously, Mu Xinxin gave up the idea of chatting with Russell to pass the time and concentrated on watching the ring competition.
If you don't give up, it will hurt your body.
"Hey, you two, if you have time to rip off your underwear, why not watch the game and treat it as collecting intelligence on your opponents. If you are lucky enough to meet one of them, you will make money."
Russell couldn't bear to see two scumbags committing crimes. The main reason was that these two people were giving him problems. Then where would he be able to reason with the scumbag's reputation as a beast?
"The picture is too small, and it's all in the distance, so I can't see clearly at all."
Duan Xinlan let go of the strap in her hand, flicked it on Guan Yin's shoulder, tied up her long messy hair, and sat on the sofa, instantly transforming into a cold and aloof lady.
Very good at pretending!
"Indeed, it would be nice if the screen was enlarged."
Guan Yin muttered to herself, pointed at the screen and said, "Look at Arena No. 15. There were constant explosions from the beginning. The fight must be very lively."
After the words fell, the big screen jumped. The window No. 15 named by Guan Yin enlarged and occupied the full screen. The numbers of the two contestants were also marked.
"Hey, you can actually choose a channel. It really looks like a monitoring room!"
Duan Xinlan gave it a try and reported several arena numbers in succession, and the images on the screen switched instantly.
"It's voice-controlled, it's not cool at all."
Russell discovered something strange, and Duan Xinlan and Guan Yin started fighting again on the double sofa, this time over the fight for the remote control.
Duan Xinlan wanted to see the No. 9 arena, where two warriors faced each other, fighting so hard that the air flowed from their palms, their fists hit the flesh, and they vomited blood from time to time. It made people's blood boil.
On the 15th stage, the gunsmith and the mechanic competed against each other, which hit Guan Yin's hot spot and refused to give up no matter what.
There is no other way, let’s decide the outcome!
Russell stopped thinking about the Lord God and decided to pick up a champion casually and see what the Lord God had planned.
Of course, he didn't pay attention to the screen. He watched the two goblins fighting without squinting. He was notoriously not close to women, otherwise he would definitely step forward to join the fight.
"Hey, it's my turn. The Lord God has reminded me that I have entered the competition."
Hearing the reminder from the Lord God in her mind, Guan Yin pushed away the domineering Duan Xinlan and rushed to the rear wall holding the number plate.
At the same time, an identification projection appeared on the smooth and clean white wall.
As soon as she swiped the number plate, a light door opened automatically. According to the number on the door, it was Arena No. 27.
Russell silently noted that he had always been a single-player player. Even if he was given a garbled number, he could not hear the prompt from the Lord God in his mind.
"Quick, quick, quick, ring number 27, I want to see her get beaten up."
"You are such a good teammate..."
Looking at the switching pictures on the big screen, Mu Xinxin was speechless.
Russell sat firmly on the sofa, picked up a cup of tea, and wanted to see how Guan Yin performed. He thought that this guy has never launched the first unit, so he must have done it on the spot...
On the wall, the recognition projection reappeared. Duan Xinlan and Mu Xinxin looked at each other and shook their heads.
"Don't look, it's not me."
"It's not me, the Lord God didn't remind me."
"Nonsense, the Lord God reminds me to go into battle. You will definitely not hear the notification sound. What kind of nonsense is this..."
Russell put down the tea cup and shook his head repeatedly: "Oh, I'm worried for you!"