Chapter 2 - A New World
“The task is complete. Remaining number of people in the venue: 10.
Competitor number 419, your number of kills: 46. Your ranking is: No. 1.
Congratulations on obtaining the qualifications to enter the semi-finals. Please wait 30 seconds to enter the concluding stage.”
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—Was this the end of the sacrifice ceremony?
Tyron’s thoughts were indifferent as he returned his daggers to their sheaths.
He felt a powerful force suppressing him, preventing him from continuing his movements, and then the platform beneath his feet slowly rose.—
Little by little, the spectator stands came into view.
The audience was in the midst of an uproar, and the sound was like a tidal wave, mixed with high-pitched screams. “Number 419!”
“Look here!”
“Oh— Hubby, I love you! Hubby, you are so tall and handsome!”
Their hands held all sorts of things as they waved, and the colours seemed to form a glowing, undulating rainbow from Tyron’s point of view.
They whistled tunes or shrill sounds, and tried to attract his attention in every possible way. As soon as his eyes seem to land on any area, hundreds of people in that direction would stand up to cheer and applaud;
They also threw all sorts of objects towards the stage. Coins, handkerchiefs, and even cellphones that turned into data and disappeared as soon as they fell onto the stage.
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All of this were not things that should be happening after a massacre.
They should be treating him with fear, panic and hatred, rather than the exaggerated enthusiasm and worship that they were giving him now.
It was difficult for Tyron to understand this situation.
His expressionless face was well hidden under his hood. The audience only saw ‘Player 419’ absent-mindedly tilt his head, and immediately burst into a series of screams: “So cute!”
“AAAHHHH—”
“Hubby, you’re number one! Hubby, you’re so cute that I exploded on the spot! Hubby!”
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After 30 seconds of cheering, the other nine platforms rose one by one, each displaying one of the other remaining contestants from this great free-for-all battle.
Once again, screams and cheers erupted from the audience, which further confirmed Tyron’s speculations.
After the ten players had all arrived, the host slowly stepped out from behind the stage and said, “Congratulations to these ten contestants for obtaining the qualifications to enter the semi-finals of Chaoyang Alliance’s Golden League Class A World Championship! ... Would the contestants please share some remarks?”
Starting from the tenth contestant, they all expressed their gratitude for their good fortune, and expressed that they would continue to strive for victory.
Although it was all very cliché, the audience still showed enough enthusiasm to express their respect.
Finally, when they arrived at the first place contestant, the host passionately said, “Congratulations to contestant number 419 for becoming the champion! According to the rules, the number one contestant can choose to reveal his real name now, you—”
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