Under the influence of anesthetics, Ye Han's thoughts were confused and his dreams were complicated.
Returning to reality for a while, everything in the Fiber Arena turned out to be false, and he was regarded as mentally ill;
After a while, we came to a parallel world, and the past on the earth disappeared like clouds and smoke, and it was like a dream that could not be pursued...
I also forgot what else I dreamed about. In the end, I only had a Northeastern accent and kept talking over and over again.
As soon as you close your eyes, as soon as you open them, a day passes.
As soon as you close your eyes or don't open them, this life will pass...
Suddenly he opened his eyes and turned over to sit up.
It is no longer a glass prison, but a glass... toilet?
Well, there's no toilet, it's not a toilet.
In short, a small cubicle about the size of a telephone booth is spacious when standing, narrow when sitting, and impossible to lie down.
"Dang Dang Dang!" When people outside saw that he was awake, they knocked on the glass impatiently.
"Put on your clothes when you wake up! Why are you so dazed!"
Only then did Ye Han notice that there were several pieces of clothing hanging on the glass wall.
Oh, it turns out to be the dressing room.
"Where is this place?" Ye Han asked as he took off the two jumpsuits with 9038 printed on the chest, which were weird like tights.
"Where? I don't know about the Heavenly Punishment Arena?" He was wearing a business suit and the people outside were impatient.
Heavenly Punishment Arena?
Ye Han really knew.
Also known as bloody arena and death arena.
As the name suggests, it is a place where gladiators fight and kill each other reasonably and legally without rules, morality, or limits.
Because those who participated in the gladiatorial battle were either murderers, fire fighters, rapists, or death row criminals who were guilty of all kinds of unforgivable crimes, or they were old people who refused to pay back the money they owed, and the money they owed exceeded the sales limit.
In short, they are all social scum in the legal sense. Killing them once is not unjust, and killing them twice is not enough to atone for their sins.
Let them kill each other here, while peace-loving, law-abiding citizens watch from the sidelines.
Whether it’s earning high-priced tickets to gain eyeballs, making money from gambling, or making people aware of themselves and never commit crimes...it has a lot of positive meanings for society.
Therefore, the status of the Arena of Punishment in the Federation is roughly equivalent to what the Bird's Nest is to China, what Red is to Hong Kong, Old Trafford, and the Santiago Bernabeu to the football world.
As mentioned before, the sales are not enough to pay off the debt, and there is another trick, the sales are miserable, and here it is.
In a flash of thought, Ye Han pulled out the information from Mandela's memory area.
System prompts also appear at the same time
[Because the player insisted on going his own way and repeatedly ignored the system prompts, the plot has undergone some strange changes...]
【Work hard to make money! Work hard to redeem your life! Try to survive!】
【Come on, keep an eye on you~】
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Even though Ye Han's emotional intelligence was not high, he still smelled of coquettishness.
"According to the rules, you can choose a set of free protective armor and a handy weapon."
"Alternatively, you can tell me the dimensions and specifications, and I will apply for a homemade weapon."
"But making your own weapons takes time, and you have to queue up... Your game will be in two hours, no, one hour and thirty-five minutes. If it's too late, you'll have to go on the field empty-handed."
The people outside are Ye Han's followers.
He is in his thirties or forties, wearing a human-looking suit, but he is unshaven, sleepy-eyed, and yawning constantly.
He yawned while explaining to Ye Han.
The so-called attaché is of course only for competitions, and is responsible for both giving guidance and monitoring.
When Ye Han put on his tight clothes and came out of the cubicle, he saw Ye Han's slim figure and was so impressed...
In fact, after one month of special training, Ye Han has already gained 4 kilograms. All the growth is muscle, and he is even 1cm taller.
Normal people will almost never continue to grow taller in their twenties or thirties. However, as the attributes of the fiber arena increase, the body will gradually reach optimal proportions for easy coordination and exertion, so it is very common to grow taller.
It's just that for ordinary people, this figure is no longer considered thin, but in the Tianpu Arena, it is at the level of bean sprouts.
Both sides were also led by attendants. The other contestants who were about to take part in the competition were all tall and tall, usually over two meters tall, with broad shoulders and round waists, and it was not uncommon for them to be five feet in circumference.
Of course, there are also people who are as thin as Ye Han.
Just walking on the road, you will be bumped into by people from time to time, staggering, crooked, and in the eyes of people coming and going, it seems like you don't exist.
The attendants were not surprised by this and allowed Ye Han to be pushed around.
When he met a potential newcomer, he would not hesitate to smile and be polite, because that meant tips and fees, but the one in front of him, with a nerdy look on his face and a mental test that had just passed the test, was not worth his investment at all.
"You should know the rules of the arena..."
"No matter whether you are a debtor, a prisoner, or an honorary contestant, when you enter the arena, you are all a fighter and you will be treated the same."
Participating in the arena has dividends based on the tickets, which are similar to broadcast fees, and there are also bounties for winning the game or ranking, which is quite profitable.
Debtors, like Ye Han, are in debt. As long as they make enough money on the court and pay off their debts, they can regain their freedom.
There are also some people who have obviously not committed any crime, but for the sake of making money, for fame, and for the excitement of killing without guilt, they actively seek to enter the competition and become honorary contestants.
As for prisoners, they are those who have committed serious crimes.
No matter how much money you make, you can't redeem yourself.
However, it allows them to enjoy fine wine, food and even beautiful women in the gladiatorial arena that they will never find in prison, so it also attracts many criminals.
"Then on the field, after knocking down the opponent, you can destroy his body, but you cannot deliberately damage the brain and medulla oblongata and spinal cord, otherwise you will be deducted and fined."
This is indeed the rule of the Heavenly Punishment Arena.
Because of humanity?
this world?
Just as I was thinking this, a voice not far away suddenly shouted: "I, I don't want to participate in the gladiatorial battle. I, I would rather go to jail and work to pay back the money!"
Turning his head to look, he saw a young man who had suffered in vain come out of the narrow room, with tears streaming down his face, shaking like chaff, looking very effeminate.
"Such a coward, what a waste!" The corresponding attendant blew the sissy young man away like a snot, and pressed the intercom on his collar, "There is a guy here who doesn't dare to compete. Drag him away and make him a robot."
"I, I don't want to be a robot! I just want the body I have now!"
When the sissy heard the sound, she cried even harder.
Suddenly he turned over and got up. He didn't know whether he was imploded or just woke up. He took three steps and two steps at a time, turning into an afterimage and fleeing.
His attendant chuckled and pressed a red button on the intercom without haste.
In an instant, the sissy lost consciousness.
The running body was like a puppet with broken strings. It hit the wall at the corner and fell to the ground.
"You don't have the guts to go to the battlefield, but you have the guts to run! Who gave you the courage!" The attendant laughed, walked over slowly, and kicked the mother-in-law hard on the face, causing her nose and face to be bruised and swollen, and blood was everywhere.
Splash, she doesn't look like a sissy at all, and she probably won't be able to be a sissy in this life.
The attendant had obviously been unhappy with this face for a long time.