"Bang!"
With the broadcast amplifying the sound, the gunshot echoed throughout the entire Convention Center.
The three members of "Order" weren't the only ones to react. The Player Mutual Aid Society members present also noticed the strange noise.
The speech onstage was interrupted. The candidate looked around in confusion, while whispers spread throughout the audience.
"What was that sound?"
"What happened?"
No one knew what had happened. After the gunshot, all that remained on the broadcast was the crackling hiss of electrical interference.
If one listened carefully, there was also heavy breathing mixed in. However, amid the already chaotic commotion in the venue, it sounded even more distorted and even harder to make out.
"Hss—haa—hss—haa—"
Beneath those noisy sounds, Lin Yu reached a conclusion.
"To the studio!"
As he spoke, he was the first to move, rushing toward the stairs.
Good Night followed close behind, but just as he was about to catch up, Dionysus grabbed both of them.
Dionysus pressed one hand onto each of their shoulders. It was like a mountain bearing down on them, pinning them firmly in place.
"Xi Ba, what are you doing?!"
Good Night asked, confused and anxious.
Yin Lan spoke in a low voice. "The stairs are too inefficient."
As she spoke, she gripped both of their shoulders and lightly jumped upward.
The next moment...
Something Lin Yu and Good Night couldn't understand happened.
The scene before them twisted somehow—like using Gaussian blur and the liquify tool in image-editing software. Everything within their field of vision seemed to churn together, blending into a lump of paste.
Even as Players of the Death game, and experts and veterans at that, the two were bewildered and confused by the sight.
"What the hell is going on?"
Good Night said, baffled.
But in the next moment,