Deep in the Living

Chapter 394 Applicants

【Death Challenge】

As the name suggests,

This large-scale game is divided into several levels. Although it is mainly participated by registered slaves, several levels in the middle may involve cooperation between masters and servants.

After passing through each level, the only winner will be decided in the end.

The number of applicants has now exceeded one thousand, and it is not easy to get the first place.

Even so, everyone was eager to participate and experience this once-a-month event. The reason was simple: even if they died, only the slaves died, and as masters, they were more likely to enjoy the event in the audience area, or even participate indirectly in the form of gambling.

After Luo Di completed the registration and followed the two sisters to the waiting area, the registration area was still crowded.

A waiter wearing a frog mask is performing a craniotomy on a blonde girl.

“During the germination period, no props to bring, no abnormalities in the body, please pay the registration fee of 20 corner coins.

Please go to the waiting area and wait. Our boss will announce the rules and final rewards for this month's Death Challenge after the registration is closed."

"Ok."

The skull closed and the blonde slave girl stepped back, leaving it to her master, a dark-haired woman, to sign the registration form and pay the fee.

The registration was completed as usual, and the master and servant were about to leave.
Under the frog mask, the specially trained frog eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of something.

For a moment, she suddenly felt that this master and servant, although different in age, height and hair color, had a similarity, as if they were the same person.

"and many more."

As the frog waiter shouted this,
The two turned around, staring at each other with completely different eyes. The blonde girl still had a rope around her neck, her eyes were dull, while the black-haired girl gave him an impatient look.

The frog waiter's sense of disharmony instantly disappeared, and he quickly bowed and apologized, "I'm sorry, I misread it."

Just like that, the black-haired woman led the girl to the waiting area, but on the way they suddenly turned into the bathroom. Perhaps because they needed to keep the special servant under control at all times, the two of them entered a cubicle together.

click!
When the compartment is completely locked and closed, it seems as if there is a layer of skin attached to the door panel, completely isolating the inside and the outside.

The two people's movements, eye movements and pupil sizes all became the same.

The same words came out of their mouths, whispering softly:
"As expected of a carefully selected judge, you can actually see through my abilities. As expected of a famous real death game, it's really dangerous~ I've done well enough, but is there still a flaw?"

After the master and the servant came out of the bathroom, they came to the sink.

The clean water splashed on their faces to awaken their tired brain nerves. They seemed to have traveled a long way to get here and encountered some troubles along the way, but they had all been resolved.

When the liquid gets on their faces, if you observe the two people from a certain angle through the reflection of the mirror, you will find that their faces are almost exactly the same.
She turned into an oriental girl.

……

There is only one minute left before registration ends.

But the registration counter was still crowded. Everyone was very anxious and some were even willing to pay more money to buy a seat from those in front of them.

of course,

The queue scene is still very harmonious. Any monster with a little bit of reason and desire to survive dare not cause trouble here.

Countdown to the last thirty seconds.

A monster who had spent a lot of money to cut in line with great difficulty and whose servant inspection had been completed and who was about to get the registration form suddenly heard a voice.

A rasping sound produced by the friction between the surfaces of a balloon.

At the same time, I caught a glimpse of red from the corner of my eye. When I turned my head to look, I found a red balloon floating in the corner of the hall.

He didn't care and rushed to fill out the form.

But while filling out the form, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that the red balloon was getting closer and closer, slowly floating from the corner to the side of his body.

There was only one line left on the registration form in his hand, but the balloon had already come to his side and even squeezed his arm, forcing him to turn his head to look.

hum!
His thoughts suddenly stopped, he paused to register, and turned behind him with a very natural smile.

"Isn't this Jock? What a coincidence, you don't seem to have brought your slave with you. How about we sign up together? I bought my slave from the talent market at a high price. Although I can't guarantee that he will win in the end, he can at least pass the first few levels."

The so-called "Jock" behind him just smiled and nodded slightly. The monster in front of him immediately added Jock's name to the list, completing the registration at the last minute.

With his hand on his shoulder, they walked towards the waiting area, talking and laughing, like old friends who had experienced life and death. But if you look closely, you will find a sense of disobedience. This person is the only one who keeps talking, and Jock just nods in response.

As for the slave this man brought with him, a balloon string was tied to his wrist at some point, connecting him to Jock.

The slave's body was undergoing an unknown transformation. His appearance did not change much, except that his lips became a little redder. His originally deathly pale expression became happy, and he even revealed a faint smile.

……

Waiting area.

Thousands of monsters and their slaves were waiting in this completely enclosed cube space after the registration outside was completed and all personnel entered.

boom!
The gate is closed.

The infield was pitch black.

All the arrivals stopped talking and there was complete silence.

Huayuan is connected to Luo Di's finger through a growing flower stem, transmitting the sound:
"The founder of the real death game and one of the managers of this city, [Question Mark] is about to show up. Do not behave disrespectfully, or even your grandmother will not be able to protect you."

Rody also sent a message back through the connection of the flower stem: "Stronger than grandma?"

"I can't assess the strength of them, but I guess so. Okay~ just listen to me."

The voice transmission ends.

Not long after,

A spotlight shone down and landed on the platform at the front of the area.

An individual dressed in standard black gentleman's clothes, with a cloth bag on his head and [? ] taped to the bag with yellow tape, walked out.

The spotlight also moves with his steps.

When he came to a position, he stopped suddenly.

He raised his hand and made an "OK" gesture towards the upper part, and a dynamic melody permeated from the wall.

This person actually started a dance to the melody, similar to a robotic dance. The degree of twisting of various joints and the difficulty coefficient were very high, while still maintaining rhythm and beauty.

Roddy felt a little awkward at first, after all, he was dancing suddenly in a place involving a life-and-death game.

But as the other person danced, his body was actually mobilized, his fingers began to move to the beat, and his feet began to beat up and down.

The dance is over.

The whole audience immediately burst into thunderous applause, and some people even cheered loudly.

Feeling everyone's gazes, the cloth bag on this person's head moved slightly, and the question mark on it turned horizontal, like a smiley face.

A powerful, magnetic sound also came from the bag head, spreading to the entire waiting area:

“Thank you, everyone. Thank you very much for signing up for the monthly Death Rush! The number of people who signed up this time was 20% higher than expected. I believe that we will be able to present the highest quality game effects.

Not much nonsense.

The rewards I can give to the final winner of this death challenge will be announced immediately.

Ta-da!

His palm moved behind his back, and when it moved out again, there was something extra on it.

A pitch-black [plant pot] with a surface that looks like a human face.

When seeing such a special plant pot, both the slaves and the monsters themselves widened their eyes, and the plant pituitary glands in their brains secreted irritating liquids, making them extremely excited.

Hua Yuan also quickly turned his eyes and whispered:

"Rodi, I've changed my mind! You have to survive to the end and strive to win the final victory..."

(End of this chapter)