Apocalyptic Extraordinary Convoy, I'm really not weird!

The middle-aged man looked up, admiring the afterimages, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Great, the picture quality is very clear."

He withdrew his gaze and looked at the remaining people, a hint of amusement in his tone:

"The rest of you are lucky; at least you know some of the rules."

He paused, raised his hand, and pointed to the arenas in the distance.

"In this infinite arena, every ten minutes, two adjacent arenas will merge."

His voice was steady.

"After the fusion, you must kill your opponents as soon as possible."

Because in the next ten minutes, the adjacent arenas will merge again.

Someone couldn't help but speak up:

"What if... what if we can't kill our opponent within ten minutes?"

The middle-aged man looked at that person, and his smile widened.

"Good question."

He raised his hand and made a square shape in the air.

"After the fusion, if there are two people in the arena, the diameter will be ten meters."

The square he was gesturing with his hand had shrunk.

"Three people, five meters in diameter."

It shrank another size.

"Four people, with a diameter of 2.5 meters."

His hands were almost clenched into a fist.

"With each additional person, the diameter shrinks by half."

He withdrew his hand, looking at the people whose faces were gradually turning pale, his tone light:

"So, as the Colosseum gets smaller and smaller, you will be crushed into meat patties."

The entire room fell into a deathly silence.

Someone couldn't help but swallow.

The middle-aged man tilted his head, as if admiring the expressions on these people's faces.

"Of course,"

He suddenly spoke,

Many people might think: "Can't I just climb out of the Colosseum?"

His smile became meaningful.

"Um!

That's a great idea.

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the entire room.

"You can give it a try."

His tone was undisguisedly encouraging, but everyone could tell what lay behind that encouragement.

No one speaks.

The middle-aged man seemed quite satisfied with the silence.

He straightened up, adjusted the collar of his suit, and then raised his hand, pointing to the fifty enormous phantoms on the dome.

"So now—"

His voice rose a few decibels, carrying a theatrical fervor:

"Let's enjoy their performance first."

As he finished speaking, the fifty people in the arena squares in the distance seemed to have heard something as well.

Some people began to look around in panic, while others crouched down and curled up in a ball.

In the illusory image on the dome, the expression of each person is clearly visible.

fear.

at a loss.

despair.

The middle-aged man nodded in satisfaction, turned and walked off the stage, his figure gradually disappearing into the crowd.

Only those fifty enormous phantoms remained, suspended in mid-air, silently watching everyone.

···

As the game began, everyone present stared at the fifty enormous phantoms on the dome.

At first, the people in the arena were clearly in a state of panic.

Some people looked around, some crouched down and curled up, and others pounded on the transparent wall in an attempt to get out, but the wall did not budge.

Ten minutes passed quickly.

"Buzz—"

A deep hum resounded, and the arenas in the distance began to change.

The two adjacent squares slowly approached each other, as if propelled by some force, their edges overlapping and merging.

With a flash of light, the original fifty-odd arenas were reduced to twenty-odd.

In each arena, there were now two people.

The diameter remains ten meters.

Some people were stunned, while others began to stare warily at the person opposite them.

But some of the two people in the cubicles just stood there silently staring at each other, and some even started talking from a distance. They seemed to think that as long as they didn't fight, they could live in peace.

Another ten minutes passed.

The second fusion begins.

This time, the situation is completely different.

In the arena where opponents had already been killed, only one person remained.

When they merge with the adjacent grid, if the person on the opposite side is also a person, the grid remains unchanged, and its diameter is still ten meters.

But what if there are two people on the other side—

The merged grid now contains three people.

The diameter begins to shrink.

Ten meters... eight meters... six meters... five meters.

The wall slowly advanced, gradually squeezing the space.

The three people were forced to approach, their faces filled with terror.

Even worse, those squares that originally housed two people were merged with squares belonging to two other people—

Four people.

The diameter shrinks rapidly.

Ten meters... eight meters... six meters... four meters... two and a half meters.

Four adults were crammed into a small space that was only 2.5 meters square.

Those who initially thought they could "kill time" finally understand now—

If we don't kill them, they will die.

In the illusory image on the dome, the people in those cubicles began to wrestle wildly.

Some people grabbed each other by the neck, some banged their heads against the wall, and some tried to climb out from above, but no matter what they did, they couldn't get up to that seemingly transparent space above.

Those who had already killed their opponents in the first fusion now had some breathing room.

They stood in their five- or ten-meter-wide cubicles, watching the struggle in the cramped space opposite them, their expressions complex.

The square was deathly silent as the onlookers watched.

Everyone understood.

"With each additional person, the diameter shrinks by half."

Chen Shou repeated the middle-aged man's words in a low voice.

"Two people, ten meters; three people, five meters; four people, two and a half meters..."

Old Zhao swallowed hard.

"What if there are five people?"

No one answered him.

But the answer is already obvious.

"clang--"

The fourth bell tolled.

The third fusion.

This time, there are only a dozen or so squares left.

Fusion begins.

In those squares where the battle raged on, some had fallen, while others stood covered in blood.

In those struggling cells, several people were entangled with each other, none of them able to kill the other.

After fusion—

A grid that originally had only one person left merges with a grid that still has three people.

Four people.

It has a diameter of 2.5 meters.

They were huddled together.

A square that originally had two players but had not yet decided a winner is merged with another square that also had two players.

Four people.

It has a diameter of 2.5 meters.

They were all huddled together.

The most tragic situation occurred in a grid where there were already four people, yet they were still entangled with each other—

It merged with another grid that still had three people.

Seven people.

The moment they merged, the walls began to shrink.

ten meters.

eight meters.

six meters.

Four meters.

Two meters.

one meter.

0.5 meters.

The contraction did not stop.

until--

"Bang."

A muffled thud came from afar.

In the phantom image on the dome, that square turned into a blurry mass of flesh and blood.

When the walls stopped shrinking, there were no living people left standing inside.

There was only a pool of minced meat smeared in the cramped space.

The entire room fell into a deathly silence.

No one speaks.

Even breathing almost stopped.

Those survivors still trapped in their cells have finally gone completely insane.

Someone lunged at their opponent, attacking with their nails, their teeth, and every other means at their disposal.

Someone knelt on the ground begging for mercy, but the opponent had no time for pity and pounced on him, grabbing his neck.

Someone was huddled in a corner, trembling, when someone rushed over and punched them on the head.

A few minutes later, the fighting in the grid gradually subsided.

Those who survived stood there, covered in blood.

They won.

At least they won this round.