"I thought the various attractions in Death Amusement Park would directly eliminate half the people, but I never expected every participant except the Artificial Humans to take part... Is the Masked Man deliberately trying to create a livestream spectacle?"
Passing through a separate passageway, Yu Jing soon arrived in a completely sealed white room.
The room contained only a comfortable leather sofa. He could lie directly on the sofa and take in the circus's performance stage through the broad glass wall.
However, when Yu Jing looked around, he couldn't see where the other private rooms were.
"Sir, there are still fifteen minutes before the Circus of Fate begins. Please have some of our specially prepared strong tea and rest for a while. Whatever you do, don't try to leave the room by force."
A clown attendant brought over a steaming cup of fragrant green tea. As he left, Yu Jing heard the crisp sound of a lock turning. He was forbidden from leaving before the performance began.
As he drank the strong tea, he felt the steaming liquid lift his spirits, and Yu Jing began analyzing the current situation:
"Setting aside Feng Rui and Jin Liang, the two unknown factors, we still have an absolute advantage in numbers—six against three. The only thing that makes me uneasy now is the rule the Masked Man came up with. It might be troublesome... I have a feeling the Masked Man is going to make this circus huge, turning it into the opening stage of the world's transformation!"
"Whatever happens, I have only one goal: make Shen Zhao die!"
At the thought of settling all his grievances with Shen Zhao here, Yu Jing's palms began rubbing together involuntarily.
It wasn't nervousness, but excitement...
At that moment, the left half of Yu Jing's face