The remaining three prisoners turned deathly pale in sheer terror.
That bald guy's speed was actually that fast?
No one had even clearly seen what had just happened.
That arrogant poser, the serial bomber Sedokan, had just ended his 149-year prison sentence and received the death penalty on the spot.
"Gulp..."
"Holy shit... I don't want to compete anymore. Even if I have to rot in a cell forever, I don't want to compete."
"Waaah— Blegh— These guys are the real murderers here! This is too fucking brutal!!"
"If we don't compete, we all die. We'll all die here. I've had enough of living like this."
"Wait!! How about you go up, Majtani? Use your spider tattoo to bluff them! You're disguised as a Phantom Troupe mber, aren't you! Plus, you're really good at playing dead!"
"Play dead? Motherfucker, these demons would chop off my head even if I was dead! How about I give you the tattoo, and you go?"
...
The remaining three prisoners actually started bickering among themselves.
It was the hulking mass murderer, the blue-skinned ugly bastard imprisoned for fraud, and the pretty little gambler girl.
"Majtani! You go!! Or I'll kill you right now!!"
The mass murderer glared with bloodshot eyes, staring fixedly at the blue-skinned ugly man.
The ugly man instantly trembled in fear. Although he looked ferocious and incredibly muscular, his actual strength was pretty pathetic.
He was, after all, imprisoned for fraud.
Especially after seeing the completely cold corpses of his two companions who had just died, Majtani felt a chilling draft over his own head.
"! I'll take this match! But I need to state the rules of the match first! In this match, we are competing to see whose heart rate is slower!! Whoever has the slower heart rate within the ti limit wins!!"
This guy had learned his lesson; he directly set the rules of the match before even stepping onto the arena.
Because they were examiners appointed by the prison, even though they were prisoners, they had the right to set the rules for their respective matches.
Hearing this, the Pinhead Illumi stiffly twisted his neck like a machine.
But before he could make a move.
Riku had already stepped forward. Murder Clown Hisoka gave the Pinhead Illumi a look, and the latter stopped in his tracks.
Hanzo and Ponzu couldn't help but gaze at Riku's back.
"My lord... please be safe!"
Ponzu clenched her delicate fists, her small body trembling slightly.
On the arena.
"Hahaha! I actually drew the lucky straw! Once this guy sees my terrifying expression and gets stimulated by the Phantom Troupe tattoo, he'll definitely be scared shitless."
"When that happens, his heart rate will definitely spike."
The ugly man Majtani grew excited. "Shh, shh, shh... don't get excited, don't get excited. Lower the heart rate, lower the heart rate..."
He was trying to think of the best way to frighten the brat opposite him!
At least in his eyes, Riku was an incredibly green and inexperienced kid.
He was the weakest and softest persimmon of the bunch, aside from that young girl.
"I'm definitely having a stroke of massive luck today, hehehe!"
The ugly man laughed wildly.
"You're right! Your luck is indeed quite good. I like your luck, and now, it belongs to ."
Riku smiled as well.
Na: Fraudster Majtani
Traits: [Dumb Luck] (Blue) (After stepping in dog shit, your luck will explode), [Bluffing] (Blue), [Timid] (Green), etc.
Luck-type traits were incredibly rare.
At least among all the people Riku had encountered on his journey so far, only two possessed luck-attribute traits.
One was the Rookie Crusher Tonpa, who was eliminated in the First Phase, and the other was this ugly man right in front of him.
Therefore.
Riku unsheathed his filleting knife at so unknown mont.
Then, under everyone's dumbfounded gazes.
A flashing net of blade light descended.
The ugly man Majtani still maintained the excited smile on his face, but his entire body froze in place.
"Hey!! Damn it!! Why aren't you doing anything?"
"Scare his heart rate up!!"
The two teammates behind him urged continuously.
But Riku had already turned and walked away.
"...W-what is going on?"
Ponzu watched Riku slowly walk back with a completely bewildered expression.
Hanzo's eyes widened even further, revealing a look of pure disbelief.
Murder Clown Hisoka narrowed his eyes slightly, a sharp glint flashing past.
The Pinhead Illumi also couldn't help but raise his eyelids a fraction.
The next second.
Craaaack!! It sounded like sothing shattering.
Under everyone's shocked gazes, the blue-skinned ugly man behind him suddenly collapsed into a pile of at chunks like stacked building blocks falling apart!
Blood and internal organs spilled all over the ground.
He was dead beyond dead!!
"Blegh— Blegh—"
Ponzu started vomiting again, nearly throwing up all her bile.
The expressions of the remaining two prisoners changed drastically.
The pretty little gambler girl also started dry heaving, and the hulking mass murderer trembled non-stop from head to toe.
[Ding! You killed the Fraudster Majtani. Automatically plundering traits.]
[Ding! Congratulations, you have obtained [Dumb Luck] (Blue). Detected that you possess [Luck] (Blue). Automatically fusing into [Good Luck] (Deep Blue). The Luck effect has triggered, automatically critically striking. Automatically breaking through to [Strong Luck] (Purple).]
Trait: [Strong Luck] (Purple)
Effect: Even when your luck is at its absolute worst, this trait can reverse your fortune to a certain extent, forcefully elevating your luck value.
A voice like heavenly music rang out in Riku's mind.
Hmm?
This ti, the system's voice actually surprised Riku slightly.
This fraudster he had just killed naturally deserved death.
Any prisoner locked up in this prison was an unforgivable scumbag.
Killing them brought him absolutely no sense of guilt.
What made Riku want to complain was that only one trait dropped.
But what surprised him imnsely was that he had actually triggered a luck critical strike!
It actually directly triggered a luck crit on the newly fused trait.
Evolving it from Deep Blue to Purple.
Aweso!!
So satisfying!
During this phase of the exam, even if he didn't obtain a single other trait, just this one Purple-tier [Strong Luck] trait alone completely made up the price of admission.
It was a massive, bloody profit!
[Strong Luck] could forcefully reverse his fortune when his luck was bad.
Perfect!!
Luck might be a sowhat abstract and ethereal concept, but you absolutely couldn't do without it.
Especially the stronger you beca.
It was highly likely that a tiny, simple difference in luck could lead to defeat.
The so-called Chosen Ones and Children of Destiny were, in reality, just an ultimate manifestation of luck.
If he could upgrade this trait to the absolute limit—Red, Black, or even higher—could he directly transform into one of those Children of Destiny? A Child of Heaven's Will?
Anyone who even harbored malicious thoughts against him would directly suffer retribution from the Heavenly Dao itself, such as encountering bad luck, illnesses, lightning strikes, and so on.
That would be truly terrifying.
Satisfying!
This wave felt amazing!!
"Warning! Candidate 406 has violated the rules of the match. This match is judged as a loss!"
The voice of the true proctor ca from the large loudspeakers on the wall. It was the Warden of the prison, the guy currently eating potato chips while watching the live broadcast of all the candidates.
Because the objective of this match was a battle of heart rates, but Riku had directly killed his opponent, it was imdiately judged as a loss.
But so what if he lost?
All Riku wanted was a higher drop rate for traits.
"Alright, my match is over. The rest is up to you guys."
Riku smiled, looking toward the Pinhead Illumi and Ponzu.
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