"Maybe you're just the most flashy one."
In the air, an unceremonious voice sounded, and a silver figure slowly appeared, stepping on sothing like a skateboard under his feet.
It was as if he had been there all along, only now revealing himself.
——No.19, Wu Changkong.
The Peak Ranking had very little information about him, only that most of his abilities relied on the skateboard beneath his feet, a growth-type weapon, extrely rare.
When the Peak Ranking first ca out, he was ranked outside the top thirty, but his rise had been rapid.
.....
"Why did you call us here? Got so kind of plan?"
The crowd slowly parted, as if making way for a highly respected contestant. Another man strode out.
His eye sockets were sunken, his face sharp and stern. From his appearance, you couldn’t really tell his age.
You could say he looked like he was in his twenties, but you could also believe he was nearing fifty, wearing what looked like a combat uniform with a U.S. flag printed on the shoulder.
——No.12, Thomas Reno.
In many people's eyes, most wouldn’t risk their lives in the ga. Once they obtained their coveted powers, they would cherish them, afraid of losing them.
But Reno clearly wasn't that type. His thirst for war and danger had already been etched into his bones, making him fall in love with the Chosen’s Paradise the mont he encountered it.
He was the kind who would never quit the ga, nor give up being a player.
The three looked at each other but didn’t say much, scanning the surroundings to see if anyone else would step forward.
After all, with "Sin," the world’s number one title, and the fact that this was the first kill in the ga broadcast to everyone, it should attract plenty of interest.
But after looking around, they realized it was just the three of them. Had the others not shown up?
Of course not.
So people had blended into the crowd, using the masses as their natural cover, quietly observing.
Thanks to her powerful weapon and decent performance in several Hell Mode gas, Xie Antong, while not in the top 100, had made it into the top 1000.
She definitely wouldn’t step out at a ti like this—it would require trendous confidence in one's combat strength to dare.
And like her, quietly blending into the crowd and observing, there were naturally many others. The invisible All-Seeing Eye had already spotted quite a few suspicious targets.
As expected, most people just wanted to spectate and see the excitent.
But right now, what she was most concerned about was—where did that man go?
It was "Sin" who had drawn everyone here, and now he had vanished.
Moreover, counting him in, this single 100-player ga instance had already gathered four of the world’s top thirty players.
The density was way too high. And who knew if there were more hiding out there?
Also, after realizing she had once again entered a Hell Mode ga, she had started to suspect—was this probability truly random?
When she heard "Sin’s" declaration in the ga and realized he was here again, she imdiately felt sothing was off.
——There was sothing wrong with the ga.
After that question-and-answer ga between "Sin" and the Sli last ti, she had thought a lot about the ga’s purpose, and what "Chosen" truly ant.
And after being assigned to the sa Hell difficulty ga as "Sin" multiple tis, she believed the player assignnt couldn’t possibly be entirely random.
Based on what criteria were players grouped? Ga ranking? Player preference? Or so factor she hadn’t yet considered?
If this ga wasn’t just so "system," but instead sothing with its own will, emotions, and preferences, that would be a huge problem......
She didn’t dare to think further—or rather, no one in this world dared to touch on this topic yet....
For now, it was more important to focus on what "Sin" intended to do.
But, he seed to have disappeared. She had already sent the All-Seeing Eye all over Tokyo Tower and found no suspicious targets.
Had he left? Was he just ssing with people? Honestly, if it was one of the nastier mask personalities, that wasn’t impossible.
Or...had he gone inside?
"F***, if he doesn’t show up soon, this is gonna get boring."
"Sun" glanced around. He had co for "Sin." As for the other two here, while he didn’t mind sending them off, it didn’t seem necessary either.
The flas flickered. The outer crowd was bustling, but among the few players inside, the atmosphere grew tense.
"Hey hey? Can you hear ? If you can hear the broadcast, please pay attention. If you can hear the broadcast, please pay attention."
"Hey hey, can soone respond?"
Suddenly, a voice ca from overhead—it was the Tokyo Tower’s broadcast system, like a village loudspeaker. Tokyo Tower hadn’t served that function in who knew how many years.
In the empty city, the voice seed to echo. If you listened closely, it sounded like it ca from every corner of the city.
This person was speaking to the entire city.
Whether others understood it or not, the faces of the underground police officers all changed instantly, looking grim.
This voice probably ant one thing—Tokyo Tower had fallen.
Or rather, it had been invaded and completely lost control!
How could sothing like this happen right under their noses?!
As they scrambled to analyze the situation and plan their move, a fireball suddenly rose from the plaza below.
The top players clearly didn’t intend to let the police interfere.
"Let him finish." Reno said to the police.
......
"Hey hey, oh right, I forgot—you guys can hear but can’t respond, sorry, forgot this isn’t a phone call."
"Mhm, my na is ‘Sin,’ the No.1 ranked player, and I ca here...uh, bro, move your leg a bit."
As he spoke, so static ca through the microphone, but it soon returned to normal.
"I ca here mainly to announce sothing, or rather, to tell everyone sothing."
"I was originally planning to only talk to the players, but after thinking a bit, since this is the first ti in Tokyo, the first real-world ga, I think everyone deserves to know."
"Mhm, so I borrowed this...what’s it called? Signal tower? Whatever, you get it. I’ll chat a bit about stuff inside the ga, be nice to , okay?"
Then, the voice fell silent for a few seconds before continuing, "Mhm, I can't hear it, but I’m sure there’s already applause."
"Alright, no more nonsense. First thing—this Tokyo Battle Royale ga, there are no so-called Hunters."
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