Chapter 671 – 671. The Beginning of the Murder Game of Tag
Thirty-three survivors left behind in the Sanctuary of Proof.
They were assigned numbers. Additionally, the faces of the 33 survivors were registered on the black market network to make them easier to recognize.
Now, those gathered in front of the monitor or TV screen can place bets on the 33 survivors. Whoever survives the longest wins.
You have to guess who will be the last person standing.
“Which one will survive the longest?”
“How about number 33 here? It’s big too. “It looks dependable.”
“Number 27 catches my eye the most.”
The Yi people began to bet money.
Like gamblers at a racetrack. They bet and predicted who would be the last one standing.
Gradually, the amount collected grew enormously. Some people placed bets based on accurate estimates of skill, while others bet money because they liked the looks.
“Should I go with the lowest bet, number 7?”
“You crazy bastard. And then you’re in disgrace?”
“Shut up! It’s different this time. This time, I felt energized. Be sure to pick it. Jeongbae-chung bastards. “Fail everything.”
And here, there was a crazy gambler who lost his left arm after risking his life on gambling.
Kachai, a crazy person who only bets on reverse odds, bet 7,000 coins on the Transcendent using the Rachel model.
There are currently 4 Rachel clone users in the Sanctuary of Proof. Among them, 7,000 coins were bet on survivor number 7, who seemed the weakest and was the most unpopular.
“Look carefully. I take it unconditionally. Number 7… That bitch is hiding her energy on purpose?”
“No. No matter how I look at it, I think it’s just the weakest.”
“Hey. You don’t need to listen to that guy. Every time I choose something, I just pick shit. You’re a piece of shit. “Asshole.”
“Fuck you!! Because it’s not! It’s real this time! Ah, that’s enough. Everything goes out. I go to number 7 alone. I said I would give you money. “You guys rejected it.”
“You idiot!”
“Shut up!”
Kachai risked his life on number 7.
If you don’t get it here, you’ll probably end up living a more terrible life than getting taken away by crazy debt collectors from the third financial sector and dying.
“No. Obviously. That guy is definitely the strongest.”
Kachai was full of confidence.
The reason he was so confident was no different.
He felt a strange current from Survivor No. 7. A current that only the strong have.
Number 7 was definitely strange. Those who notice this will probably win money.
That’s because number 7 was the emperor. The only half-immortal among the 33 survivors.
Perhaps great luck would have come to Kachai.
“Number 7 is suspicious.”
“Huh. “Me too.”
“Is number 7 the emperor?”
Of course, the leadership had already said that number 7 was the most suspicious.
All the women sitting in front of the monitor were saying that number 7 was the most suspicious.
And it was the same for Jang Jojun.
“Just looking at it, it’s number 7.”
“Right?”
“Right?”
“After all, the eyes that see are accurate.”
Lee Eun-ji and Kang Hwa-young cling to the seats next to Jang Jo-jun. And even Kim Ye-won, who was held in Jang Jo-jun’s arms.
These were the words of the monster king, the blood king, and the prostitute of the time. The eyes of those women who had stepped into the realm of transcendence were precise.
“Number 7 is the emperor?”
“I guess so.”
“Hmm.”
In comparison, Saint Anna, who had only had her second awakening, and Nicole and Charles, who had not yet had their second awakening, were in dire straits.
I just think it’s because everyone says number 7 seems to be the emperor.
That’s how well the emperor hid his existence.
“How should we handle it? “It wouldn’t be fun to kill someone in the pasture.”
Jang Jo-jun stared at the monitor for a long time and then grabbed the microphone that was lying on the table.
It’s time to start the game.
[Ah. Can you hear me?]
Jang Jo-jun’s voice resonates in the sanctuary of proof.
The 33 survivors listened to Jang Jo-jun’s words with bated breath.
[Until the last person remains. You are being hunted.]
The survivors trembled at the words, which were tantamount to a death sentence.
[The last person will be able to escape from the sanctuary of proof.]
The 33 survivors gathered at Jang Jo-jun’s words looked at each other.
Just one person.
Only one person could get out of here.
“Oh my…”
“Damn.”
The emperor’s closest associates had no intention of betraying him.
However, those who did not have different thoughts.
They band together to survive, but to survive, they must kill everyone else.
It was a situation where they had to stab an ally in the back who had been living with them for a week, but no one hesitated.
“I hope you stay behind.”
“Everyone, if you come this way, I will kill you on the spot.”
Because the emperor must not be discovered, none of the emperor’s associates called him emperor.
However, even though they tried to hide the identity of the emperor as much as possible, those gathered quickly realized that one of the four people wearing the model of Clone Rachel No. 22 was the emperor.
“Fuck.”
“…”
The emperor is strong. Honestly, no one dared to fight the emperor. Rather, it is more likely that the emperor will take care of everyone and survive alone.
The problem was that the emperor must never let it be known that he was the emperor.
‘There are people who have realized that I am the emperor. My men will die for me. Those who don’t have to be killed here.’
The closest associates are those who are ready to sacrifice their lives for the emperor at any time.
But those included here were not like that. Those who realized that he was the emperor would definitely use this information as an excuse to negotiate with Jang Jojun.
‘You have to kill him first.’
Just when the emperor was trying to kill the rest of the people and go into hiding through his entourage.
It crawled out of the darkness.
“…”
“Fuck…!”
Jang Jo-jun did not give the survivors a chance to fight among themselves. Among the 33 survivors, the being summoned was none other than Nous.
“I have to kill five people.”
The sight of him muttering that he had to kill five people with an expressionless face was a shock and horror itself.
“I’ll fill the quota.”
With those words, Nuth stretched out his hand and grabbed the large man standing closest.
The captured man is also, of course, a transcendent person. It was an entity that was impossible to catch at normal speed.
However, Nus grabbed the man as if it was natural, and polluted the person he caught.
The skin color changes to green. The area that was caught began to bubble and soon completely melt.
“What the heck is this guy!!!!”
“Aaaaah!!!!”
A monster that appeared without any pretense of popularity and instantly turned a transcendental into green slime.
[Out number 27]
[Currently 32 survivors.]
The gathered transcendentalists realized this instinctively.
That monster won’t go away until four more people die.
You have to run away. The only being who could kill Nous was the emperor, but the emperor had no intention of stepping forward now.
“It’s hard to catch him if he runs away.”
Nous scratches the back of his head and glances around at the fleeing transcendents.
There was no emotion in his eyes.
There was no passionate sense of duty to kill the enemy or one-dimensional pleasure from destroying the weak.
Without even the slightest emotion.
I just feel like I’m killing it because it’s work.
Those eyes made Nous appear even more maniacal, and the Transcendents, overwhelmed by his slaughter, fled in fear.
Running through the wind I desperately pray in my heart that the other person will not come after me.
The result of running and running again.
“Gotcha.”
“Ah, ahhh!!!!!”
Survivor number 33 was caught by the ankle.
In just one second, the ankle he was holding on to melted away and disappeared, and after rolling several times, he was finally able to stop by falling against the wall.
“Uh, uh. Ugh…”
His right ankle was blown off.
He was simply captured, and after breaking through all magical resistance and defense, the monster rotted away his right ankle.
“Crazy. Crazy. Please. Ugh…”
Fear before pain.
Death stands before your eyes. A monster waiting for him, looking down at him as if he were telling him to die if he had anything to say.
Nus was an object of fear. From his point of view, all he wanted to do was quickly fill the quota with 5 people and have dinner, but being in a situation where he was about to be killed made him feel fearful, as if he were facing the Grim Reaper.
“Is there nothing more to say? A will or something. Everything is being filmed on camera right now. If you have anything to say, please say it quickly. You must leave a will while you are transmitting. Your relatives and family will see it.”
“W-what…?”
“Now your death is being aired as a TV show. It’s being broadcast on the Black Market official broadcast. The number of viewers is huge. It will also be sent to the empire. “People who know you might be seeing this too.”
“Well, what is that…”
“Is that your will?”
“Oh, no. Wait… Just a moment. Ugh… Please… Please, save me… I can’t die like this. “I want to go back to my hometown…”
“There is no way to survive. “Didn’t you participate in the Heroes’ Festival because you knew you were going to die?”
“Oh, no. Like this. I didn’t know I would be killed like this!!! Honor too! “I don’t want to die without any meaning!!!!”
“It was a pretty good will.”
Nous reaches out to the head of Transcendant No. 33.
The Transcendent resisted. I waved his weapon and waved his hand.
No matter how much I resisted, it was useless. The weapon corroded and turned to dust, and the arms it was swinging also melted and disappeared the moment they touched Nous.
Soon, the head of survivor number 33 was caught in Nous’s hand, and another slime mass was completed.
It completely melted and rotted.
“Three.”
Nous raised his head and followed the scent of the Transcendents.
He cannot leave work until he kills three more.
In order not to work overtime, he had to kill three more.
