"Creak"
"Creak"
"Creak"
The building entrance was a swaying revolving door. It was honestly worrying that the thing might collapse if anyone applied even a little force.
Inside was a hall with a marble floor.
It looked somewhat like a hotel lobby.
However, its style was extremely old-fashioned, belonging to the Western style from over a hundred years ago.
A gorgeous Crystal Lamp hung from the ceiling of the lobby.
There was only a single candle inside the lamp.
This was the only source of illumination, so the entire interior appeared unnaturally dim, even more eerie than complete darkness.
The lobby was not empty.
When Jiang Qiao walked in, more than twenty people had already gathered inside.
They all turned to look at Jiang Qiao.
"Oh?"
"Another unlucky bastard. They're recruiting so frequently. Looks like too many people have died recently, and they can't keep up anymore."
someone said.
"Who says he's an unlucky bastard?"
"He's clearly a lucky one."
"There's still a chance to become an Awakened here. At least you can enjoy a few good days, right?"
someone else replied mockingly.
"What good days? One mission every week. Damn it, I've never seen anyone survive more than three months. Fuck this, we're all dead men counting down to our deaths!" someone complained.
His voice was filled with despair and resentment.
"Hey!"
"What's your name?"
A burly man with a face full of beard and coarse features looked at Jiang Qiao with extreme hostility.
His eyes were filled with viciousness.
Jiang Qiao was slightly stunned by the sight.
What was going on?
Was the elimination rate really this high?
One mission every week?
No one survived more than three months?
There was a chance to become an Awakened? In other words, it wasn't even certain that people here could