"Hey! New kid, the rest time is over, it's time for you to do it!"

It should be the next morning. I don’t know who knocked on my door, and then the door was forcibly pulled open.

I didn't sleep well in this ghost place. No matter who died, my parents heard a stranger's silence. When I arrived at a completely uncontrollable place, I wouldn't sleep very well.

When I walked out of the room with some sleepy eyes, I saw that there were some sturdy men passing by, and some of them obviously didn't look Asian, and their hair was almost thicker than mine.

These people look at me like they are looking at the air, and I look at them like the same.

When I followed these fierce men to a very open underground hall, I saw a strong figure beyond my imagination, just like an instructor with a mahjong plaque that had been enlarged countless times.

The instructor was wearing an old military uniform, and even the old ones could not tell which country it was. He swept across everyone who entered the underground hall one after another, and said in a cold and ruthless tone: "You have a carnival today. Start ten minutes later, those entering here can attack anyone without restrictions. Ten people will die, and the game will end! Now start time, please cheer me up, otherwise there will be your place in the dead."

When I heard the instructor's words, my heart suddenly twitched.

"kill!"

I wanted to take revenge and wanted to kill people, but I was not ready to kill people.

I wanted to kill Loki countless times, but I never thought it was the same between killing Loki and killing people. Just ten minutes of preparation was of no use to me. It was impossible for me to become tough and kill without blinking in these ten minutes.

I was a little bit numb, but after hearing the instructor's words, I was even more numb. I didn't react at all and just stood there for ten minutes.

When the instructor shouted, "Start!"

A thick fist hit my face fiercely, and then I flew out more than ten meters like a cloud and fog, hitting the wall hard. When I was hit by my head, I didn't feel the pain at all. The pain became clear after a moment. The feeling I had never experienced before made me feel dead.

My face was blooming, my nose, teeth, jaws, and all were smashed into meat sauce. If there were no accidents, I should have struggled for a moment and then died of anger. But by chance, another unlucky person was also bombarded by a sudden death.

The golden shroud wrapped around my wrist sensed the smell of blood and quietly extended out.

After the golden shroud touched the unlucky ghost's body, many thin tentacles immediately emerged, and then they desperately swallowed the flesh and blood. It was strange. Every time the golden shroud swallowed the flesh and blood, I would have more strength in my body. Even the facial features that were bombarded, like a ball of mud, were slowly but firmly recovering.

I recovered enough consciousness and felt even more painful, which made me want to roll around. Only the last bit of awakening in my mind made me resist this stupid impulse.

"Damn it! Time is up!"

The golden shroud was quietly taken back, and I covered my face and stood up with difficulty. Although some people saw that I was still alive, no one meddled with me.

In just less than a minute, this place became an extremely tragic battlefield. One person was torn in half, and the other death quotas were miserable. But even more miserable were those who were still alive but were severely injured. They seemed even more unbearable than dead people.

The dead will not say anything, but these people will scream as shrill as ghosts, making people unable to help but want to cover their ears and never want to hear such sounds again. The hysterical screams of the seriously injured made a chill in my heart, which penetrated my bones.

The instructor didn't care about these people at all. He looked at the smart tablet in his hand and sneered: "You little guys are not bad yet. The activity just now was just an appetizer. Next, we will start today's formal training. Today is fighting training. You all stand facing the wall and find your own place!"

I also endured the severe pain on my face and found a wall, holding it to try my best to recover my strength.

Aside me was a foreigner with golden hair shining with hair. He grinned at me, his white teeth were like wild beasts. I didn't have time to pay attention to him at all. Every breath would cause the wound to cause twitching all over my whole body. At this time, I could still be distracted and care about other things. That would be a ghost.

The instructor's words soon rang in our ears again. He smiled and said, "The wall you face will have your own health. This number is 10,000 points..." When he spoke, the wall in front of me lit up, and an Arabic numeral "10,000" appeared on the wall.

I still had time to think about how such an unscientific thing happened, and I heard the instructor's ruthless voice say: "What you have to do is to hit this ten thousand health points to zero eggs. As for what methods I don't care. Those who cannot complete the task before eleven o'clock will have no lunch!"

I didn't think about it, and I punched the wall. But the severe pain from the fist made me realize that the wall might be strange, but the hardness was as hard as a real stone. I had already used all my strength to the punch just now, but the hateful number swayed and it was not destroyed at all.

The foreigner next to me, whose hair was shining with golden light, also punched hard, but the number on the wall in front of him fell three numbers under the fierce Jueba's punch. Seeing his punching posture was many times stronger than me, I remembered the punch that was hit by someone just now, and I couldn't help but gasp. I didn't even doubt that the golden-retriever's fist was enough to blow anyone's head.

"What kind of hell is this on earth? These people are living devils!"

I turned my head, looked at the wall in front of me and the row of huge Arabic numerals, took a deep breath of dirty air, expelled all the distractions from my mind, and said to myself viciously: "You want to take revenge, don't be afraid of being a devil, smash it for me, damn number!"

I punched out hard, but the wall was still moving, and the Arabic numerals of "10,000" still remained unchanged. It seemed that I was laughing at me coldly for being too overestimated!
Chapter completed!