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It is worth mentioning that Principal Pu Xueli never used his position to adopt a condescending attitude from the very beginning.

On the contrary, they have always maintained an attitude of treating everyone equally.

Therefore, Lu Bai simply stopped putting on a respectful act.

Not only is it troublesome to act, but it also shows a lack of respect for the other party.

He relaxed and nodded casually. "I'd like to hear more details."

"After all, this kind of information cannot be found online."

Pu Xueli placed his hands on the Desktop, folded them, and smiled. "Actually, in principle, only those who survive the fourth round of the Deathmatch Showdown are qualified to understand these things."

Unlike the first three rounds, which were more like simulated Deathmatch Showdown, in the fourth round, if you die in the Deathmatch Arena, you're really dead.

"If I die in the fourth round, then there's no need to know."

Lu Bai then stepped in to play the straight man, saying, "It seems to be some unspeakable secrets."

After his first Deathmatch Showdown, he researched the history of this world and the history of Deathmatch Showdown.

From that information, one can more or less discern that there are significant problems here.

"That's true."

I've already stated beforehand that this conversation isn't part of the formal procedure. It's just that your performance has been so outstanding that I sincerely hope you can survive the fourth round of the Deathmatch Showdown. In fact, what I'm doing is against the rules."

Pu Xueli lowered his voice slightly.

"Hmm... You know that the Deathmatch System isn't something we humans could create, right? In fact, to this day, we still haven't figured out who created the Deathmatch System."

Pu Xueli glanced at the walls of the conference room and suddenly said, "So, it's really not a big deal. It's just that starting from the fourth round, the deathmatchers won't all be humans."

His tone wasn't too serious; it sounded more like an elder earnestly lamenting that our family doesn't have the means.

Lu Bai blinked. "Aliens?"

"No, at least not entirely."

Pu Xueli carefully considered his words: "The reason why deathmatchers have such a high social status is because we are willing to risk our lives for the continuation of humanity."

"Wait a minute, what you're saying is a bit confusing. What does the Deathmatch have to do with the continuation of humanity?"

Lu Bai raised an eyebrow slightly.

"This was an agreement made out of necessity."

Pu Xueli's tone became somewhat inexplicable. "In the pre -Underground City era, there was a large-scale hunting sport among the nobility. The hunters were not hunting for a living, nor for catching prey, but simply to enjoy the thrill and pleasure of the chase amidst the mountains and rivers."

Lu Bai nodded thoughtfully. "Are we the prey?"

"To be precise, they are domesticated prey."

Pu Xueli leaned back and said calmly, "We so-called Formal Deathmatch Participant are merely responsible for providing them with entertainment on fixed days in exchange for the continuation of the group."

Lu Bai wasn't intimidated by this harsh reality. Instead, he asked with a hint of curiosity, "Those... aliens you were talking about? What do they look like? Gray skin? Big heads? Two eyes taking up half their faces?"

Pu Xueli hadn't expected Lu Bai to react this way. He was speechless at Lü Bai's chaotic questioning and could no longer maintain his feigned calm expression.

He remained silent for a moment, trying his best to compose himself, before patiently replying.

"I have never seen citizens of extraterrestrial civilizations. They do not enter in their original form, but rather use a body we call Replicant to engage in Deathmatch Showdown with us."

On the surface, they appear no different from regular deathmatch fighters; they also have titles and abilities.

Therefore, I can hardly offer you any feasible advice. My only piece of advice is that in future Deathmatch Showdown, you'd better not trust any of the other fighters."

Lu Bai noticed a blind spot and immediately asked about it.

"Since the fourth round is so risky, why weren't the deathmatch participants informed beforehand?"

"What do you think? We've never released the death rate for the fourth round of Deathmatch Showdown. That would drastically reduce the number of people choosing to become deathmatch fighters, and there wouldn't be enough prey."

Pu Xueli calmly straightened his tie. "Even someone like you, a three-time consecutive winner in the deathmatch, after learning about these things, didn't you feel even the slightest thought of backing down?"

Lu Bai chuckled unconsciously, "No."

Pu Xueli: "... Don't argue."

No, there really isn't.

"This is fine..."

Pu Xueli made the decision to leave suddenly.

He pushed open the conference room door, muttering curses as he left.

Even the faculty and staff he encountered on the street had to be very careful when greeting him.

Lu Bai did not come out to see the principal off; he had another, more important matter to attend to.

During his conversation with Pu Xueli, he took the time to inquire about the username.

According to the principal, the username doesn't matter, as long as it's not pornographic or vulgar.

It's basically just for easy address, similar to a screen name.

However, the username needs to be changed as soon as possible, because only in this way can the user communication function of the Deathmatch System be enabled.

As for the leaderboard that was launched incidentally, although ranking high could earn rewards, Pu Xueli still advised Lu Bai not to be too ambitious, as it was something he couldn't reach at this stage.

Lu Bai opened his personal profile.

Find the username field and click "Edit".

[Bite!]

Please choose your own new username.

"God."

[This title is already taken! We recommend using "I am God 16138".]

A red X appeared in front of me.

"Immortal."

Another cross appeared.

Over the centuries, not to mention one-character usernames, even three- or four-character usernames have been almost entirely registered by previous generations.

"Wandering in memories."

Love is often a tragic end.

Can I say goodnight again?

"..."

The series of red crosses left Lu Bai numb.

He sighed and jokingly revised it again.

"Clever Mephisto."

[Bite!]

[Username changed.]

[Clever Mephisto, you've made it onto the talent leaderboard! Would you like to hide your personal information?]

[The Slay Heaven Destroy Earth has been added to the title list. Should I hide my personal information?]

[?, Flash Time, Ink Dye have appeared on the ability rankings. Should their personal information be hidden?]

Lu Bai's lips twitched.

He was just trying it out, and who knew it would actually confirm the result immediately.

There's no point in saying more now; let's just see if we can buy a name change card or something similar later.

Having sat on the stool for too long, he got up and stretched, brushing off non-existent dust from his body.

He then walked out of the conference room, his usual harmless smile returning to his face, while silently repeating to himself, "No hiding anything."