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[Death Grand Gauntlet]

As the name suggests,

This large-scale game is divided into several levels. Although it is mainly participated in by the registered servants, some levels may involve cooperation between masters and servants.

Through a series of challenges, a single winner will ultimately be determined.

The number of applicants has already exceeded a thousand, so winning the top spot is no easy feat.

Even so, everyone was eager to participate and experience this once-a-month grand event. The reason was simple: even if someone died, it was only the servants who died; the masters were more likely to enjoy themselves in the audience area, or even participate indirectly through gambling.

After registering with Luo Di and following the two sisters to the waiting area, the registration area was still packed with people.

A waiter wearing a frog mask is performing a craniotomy on a blonde girl.

" In the Sprouting Stage, without any props or abnormalities in the body, please pay the registration fee of 20 Corner Coin."

Please proceed directly to the waiting area shortly. Our boss will announce the rules and final rewards for this month's "Death Grand Gauntlet" after registration closes.

"OK."

The skull closed, and the blonde, blue-eyed Girl stepped back, allowing her mistress, a Black-Haired Woman, to sign the registration form and pay the fee.

The routine registration process ended, and the master and servant were preparing to leave when...

Beneath the frog mask, those specially trained frog eyes suddenly caught sight of something.

For a moment, she suddenly felt that although the master and servant were different in age, height and hair color, they had a similarity, as if they were the same person.

"Etc."

As the frog waiter shouted this sentence...

The two turned around, staring at each other with completely different eyes. The blonde girl still had a rope around her neck and her eyes were lifeless, while the Black-Haired Woman gave her an impatient look.

The frog waiter's initial awkwardness vanished instantly, and he quickly bowed and apologized, "I'm sorry, I misread it."

And so, the Black-Haired Woman led the Girl to the waiting area, but suddenly turned and went into the restroom. Perhaps because she needed to keep a close watch on her special servant, the two entered a separate stall together.

Click!

When the cubicle is completely locked and closed, it feels as if there is a layer of skin stuck to the door, completely isolating the inside from the outside.

Their gestures, eye movements, and even the size of their pupils all became identical.

The same words came from their mouths, spoken in soft whispers:

"As expected of a carefully selected examiner, they were able to subtly see through my abilities. No wonder it's the infamous True Death Game, it's truly dangerous~ Even though I've done everything perfectly, are there still flaws?"

After the master and servant came out of the bathroom, they went to the sink.

They splashed water on their faces to wake up their tired brains. They seemed to have traveled a long way to get here, and had encountered some troubles along the way, but they had all been resolved.

When the liquid gets on their faces, if you observe the two from a certain angle using the reflection in the mirror, you will find that their faces are almost identical.

She transformed into an Eastern Girl.

There is only one minute left before registration closes.

The registration area was still packed with people, and everyone was anxious, even willing to pay more to buy a spot from those in line ahead of them.

certainly,

The scene of queuing was quite harmonious; any monster with even a modicum of rationality and survival instinct wouldn't dare cause trouble here.

The Countdown reached its final thirty seconds.

A monster who had paid a high price to finally cut in line, whose servants had finished their checks and who was about to receive his registration form, suddenly heard a sound.

A harsh sound produced by friction on the surface of a balloon.

At the same time, I caught a glimpse of red out of the corner of my eye. When I turned my head to look, I found that there was a red balloon floating in the corner of the hall.

He didn't care and instead filled out the form as quickly as possible.

But while filling out the form, Yu Guang noticed that the red balloon was getting closer and closer, slowly drifting from the corner to his side.

The registration form in his hand had only one line left, but the balloon had already come up to him and even squeezed his arm, forcing him to turn his head to look.

Buzz!

His thoughts suddenly stopped, he paused the registration, and turned around with a natural smile.

"Isn't this Jock? What a coincidence. You didn't bring any servants with you. How about we sign up together? My servants were bought at a high price from the talent market. Although I can't guarantee that they will win the championship, they can at least get through the first few rounds."

The so-called "Jock" behind him simply smiled and nodded slightly.

The monster in front of him immediately added Jock's name to the list, completing the registration at the last minute.

They put their hands on each other's shoulders and chatted and laughed as they headed to the waiting area, like old friends who had been through thick and thin together. But a closer look revealed a slight incongruity; only this person was talking, while Jock merely nodded in response.

As for the servant this man was carrying, his wrist was somehow connected to a balloon string, which was linked to Jock.

The servant's body was undergoing an unknown transformation. His appearance didn't change much, except that his lips became redder and his previously ashen expression turned happy, even revealing a faint smile.

Waiting area.

Thousands of monsters and their servants waited in this completely enclosed cube-shaped space until registration outside was completed and everyone had entered.

Boom!

The gate is closed.

The interior was pitch black.

All those who arrived fell silent; complete silence descended.

Hua Yuan connects to Luo Di's finger via a growing flower stem, transmitting sound:

"The creator of the True Death Game, and also one of the city's administrators, [Question Mark], is about to appear. Do not do anything disrespectful, or even your Grandmother won't be able to protect you."

Luo Di also used the connection of the flower stem to send a telepathic message back. "Even stronger than Grandmother?"

"I can't assess the relative strengths of them, but I estimate so. Okay, just listen carefully."

The transmission has ended.

Not long after,

A spotlight shone down, landing on the platform at the very front of the area.

An individual dressed in a standard jet-black suit, with a cloth bag over his head and a yellow tape mark on the bag, emerged.

The spotlight moved with his steps.

When he reached a certain spot, he suddenly stopped.

Raise your hand and make an "OK" sign towards the upper part of the wall, and a dynamic melody of music seeps out from between the walls.

This person actually started a dance to the melody, similar to robot dance, with a high degree of twisting of various joints and a high level of difficulty, while not losing rhythm and beauty.

Luo Di initially felt it was a bit abrupt, after all, it was a sudden dance in a place involving a life-or-death game.

But as the other person danced, his body was also stirred up; his fingers began to move in rhythm, and his feet began to pat up and down.

The dance ended.

Thunderous applause immediately erupted throughout the hall, with some even shouting their approval.

Feeling the gazes directed at him, the cloth bag on his head twitched slightly, and the question mark on it turned horizontal, resembling a smiley face.

A powerful, magnetic voice emanated from the bag, spreading throughout the waiting area:

"Thank you everyone, thank you so much for signing up for the monthly Death Grand Gauntlet! The number of people who signed up this time is 20% higher than expected, and I am confident that we will be able to present the highest quality game experience."

Enough with the small talk.

The reward I can offer to the ultimate winner of this Death Grand Gauntlet will be revealed immediately.

Ta-da!

His palm moved behind his back, and when it moved out again, there was something on it.

A pitch-black planter with a surface that gleams like a human face.

Upon seeing such a peculiar planter, both the servants and the monsters themselves widened their eyes, and their pituitary glands secreted stimulating fluids, becoming abnormally excited.

Hua Yuan's eyes darted around rapidly as she whispered:

"Luo Di, I've changed my mind! You must survive to the end and strive to win the final victory..."