Hell Slaughter Arena.
This enormous circular structure was like a slumbering behemoth, crouched at the heart of the City of Slaughter and radiating an overwhelming stench of blood and killing intent.
This was the center of power for the entire city, as well as the place where lives ended. Every crack between the black stone bricks was soaked with the blood of countless losers.
"Register."
Han Yuchen stood before the scar-faced, sinister-eyed clerk at the registration desk and tossed over his Skull Token.
The clerk glanced at him, then at the veiled woman in white standing behind him, her demeanor cold and aloof. A flicker of barely perceptible greed and cruelty passed through his eyes.
"New here?" he sneered, revealing two gold teeth. "You've got guts. But let me remind you: once you step onto that arena, only the last person alive gets to walk out. Everyone else becomes... fertilizer."
"I know," Han Yuchen replied calmly. "Put me in the nearest match."
"In such a hurry to be reincarnated." The clerk muttered as he skillfully carved Han Yuchen's number into a black stone slab.
"Take it." He tossed back a new token. "This is your number. Remember, in this place, it's your name. When you die, this token will hang from your corpse."
Han Yuchen caught the token.
It was icy cold, engraved with four blood-red digits—
9527.
"9527?" Han Yuchen looked at the strangely familiar number, and the corner of his mouth twitched. "What a... lucky and comical number."
In his memories of Earth, this had been the most classic code name of a certain King of Comedy. But here, it would probably only be the code name of a dead man.
"I want to register too." Leng Yuebai stepped forward and handed over her token as well.
"Only