Chapter 310: Dead
Chapter 310: Dead
Wei Huo sensed his surroundings carefully. The chips behind the necks of the prisoners on the platform had been removed. At that moment, several cameras were monitoring them in that huge space.
Wei Huo and the others called these things cameras. In reality, they looked like cameras but were not like cameras at all. They were invisible and formless. They could hide in the air, appear in any corner, and move around. They were more like invisible eyeballs.
At that moment, the voice seemed to have seen the prisoners on the platform through the magical cameras. It was confused by what it saw. “Why are there 13 people? Did those guys make such a blunder again? Forget it. It makes no difference anyway.”
The group of prisoners frowned. In fact, they had already guessed something upon seeing the 12 paths that connected the platform. The 12 paths corresponded to 12 people, but one additional person had appeared at that moment. That meant that one person was not qualified to ’embark on this journey’!
The voice said, “Now that the rules of the game have been announced, you can see that there are 12 paths connected to the platform. However, only six of the 12 paths are real, and the other six are fake. If someone chooses a fake path, that path will collapse and that person will fall into the magma. Although the real paths lead to the next level, only one person can pass.”
A prisoner shouted, “But there are 13 of us! Has there been a mistake?”
The cold voice said, “So what if there’s been a mistake? Which one of you is not a scumbag who deserves to die? Letting you live is already the greatest forgiveness. Besides, if you pass the final stage, not only will you obtain freedom, but you will also obtain one billion Magma Coins and a new identity.”
The other prisoners fell silent. However, some of them sneered as if they had thought of a way to deal with the current checkpoint.
Wei Huo understood everything when he heard that. This was a deathly game. They would gather all the death row prisoners there and give them a huge temptation so that they could continue taking on the stages. The cameras would transmit the situation to another place in real time and let people watch it. The people watching the deathly game had to be the higher-ups in the volcano, the real masters of the city.
The views of the Atlanteans in this underwater world were completely different from those of land people. In this place, as long as one took one more step, breathed in an additional mouthful of air, or uttered an extra sentence, one would be caught if one had no money.
These unforgivable prisoners could use this method to obtain freedom and money. Ultimately, no matter what world, era, or species they belonged to, the law of the jungle applied.
However, the pursuit of strength had turned into a pursuit of money and power. There was no difference in nature.
Wei Huo thought of the imposing aura he had sensed previously. It seemed like someone had unleashed their potential under a life-and-death threat and reached the Epic stage!
In other words, the game cage under the magma could continuously increase the number of underwater experts.
However, why were the Atlanteans gathering? Were they preparing their troops to challenge stronger enemies?
This information could not be bought with money. The Atlanteans were not so stupid as to put all their knowledge into the knowledge sales center. In that case, the so-called Soul Refining Water would not be the greatest secret of the Atlanteans.
Wei Huo continued hiding. His intuition told him that the Atlanteans were preparing for more powerful enemies. Even though they had over 300 Legendary creatures, they still felt that this was not enough. That was why they used all sorts of methods to train new experts.
At that moment, the strong prisoner asked, “Can the game start? I can’t wait!”
A cold voice was heard. “The game has begun. Start escaping, scumbags!”
This person seemed to be extremely dissatisfied with the prisoners. He kept calling them scumbags, but even he had to admit that these scumbags often had strong potential.
At that moment, the strong prisoner grabbed a skinny prisoner’s neck and said coldly, “You seemed to hate me earlier. Did you think I’d tolerate you and wait for you to stab me in the back?”
The captured prisoner struggled and said, “Tank, you can’t kill me. If you kill me, you will die too!”
Tank grabbed the thin prisoner and walked toward one of the paths connected to the square platform. He said, “Of course I won’t kill you, but if you want to live, you have to help me find the way.”
12 paths were paved on the magma, and the scorching temperature kept roasting everyone. They only had one prisoner’s uniform. Although they were all Rare-ranked creatures and very resistant to heat, they would die of dehydration if this continued.
Out of the 12 paths, six were real and six were fake. If one walked down the wrong path, one would fall into the magma, and a real path could only accommodate one person.
After the prisoners had heard this rule, most of the people present had immediately thought of a way to have the other prisoners explore. They would avoid the fake paths and walk the real path themselves.
“This is a good opportunity,” Tank said. “If you’re lucky enough to find the real path, I’ll let you go. That way, you’ll have a 50% chance of choosing the real path. Thus, you’ll survive.”
The captured prisoner could not break free. Although they were both Rare-ranked, there were differences in strength between them. He was obviously one of the weaker ones. After struggling for a while, he suddenly stopped struggling and said, “In that case, can I choose by myself? I’m confident about my luck.”
Tank grabbed his neck but did not pinch him hard. He said, “You want to play tricks? You can choose, but I won’t let you go. Choose. I’ll take you to that path!”
The thin prisoner did not struggle. He just pointed at a path on the left. “That one!”
Tank sneered. “You are just stalling for time!”
He walked over and lifted the thin prisoner in front of him. Then, he placed the prisoner on the path, which was paved with magma. However, at that moment, the thin prisoner’s neck suddenly became extremely soft and his head became as small as a fist. Then, he slid out of Tank’s hand and stepped on the path. At the same time, he roared, “A 50-50 chance! Let’s bet!”
After saying that, the thin prisoner leaped forward and escaped Tank’s attack range at a speed that was impossible for Rare-ranked creatures to match.
Tank seemed like he wanted to chase after him, but the thin prisoner sneered, “Tank, do you want to die with me? Only one person is allowed to walk this path!”
Tank’s expression turned ugly. He had not expected the skinny prisoner to have the ability to bend and shrink his bones. How could his brain be as small as a fist?
However, at that moment, the thin prisoner’s head was separated from his body and fell into the magma. The corpse lost control of its head and eventually fell into the magma.
A sizzling sound and a burnt smell were produced.
Everyone was shocked. “Is he dead? Who did it?”