Deathmatch Participant

Lu Bai originally came to learn about this world, but after browsing information for more than an hour, his doubts only increased.

The accounts of the period after the Ice Age, no matter how you look at them, have a somewhat strange feel to them.

For example, since humans moved into Underground City, several centuries have passed, and the overall level of technology has not only not developed much, but has even regressed in some periods.

The reason given solely for the difficulty of communication between Underground City is clearly a stretch.

It seems that people have suddenly lost interest in developing technology and have become obsessed with researching Deathmatch System of unknown origin.

It's important to understand that Deathmatch Showdown doesn't even have a physical form.

Even if this thing is indeed very mysterious and worth studying, it shouldn't be valued to the point of abandoning scientific research.

If we rule out the possibility that all administrative personnel of the United Government have been cursed, then there must be a sufficient reason for doing so.

Unfortunately, Lu Bai couldn't find a single clue.

Have all traces on the internet been deleted?

Compared to the vague information from the early days of the Underground City era, information about Deathmatch Showdown is readily available.

This includes currently known rankings of ability strength at each level, methods for obtaining various hidden titles, a list of top deathmatchers in major Underground City, and more...

Whether you can think of it or not, you can find the answer in mainstream Deathmatch Participant Forum.

Lu Bai glanced at the list of hidden titles and saw the [Ultimate Murderer] title that he possessed.

It's worth mentioning, however, that obtaining these hidden titles is extremely difficult; most of them are simply impossible even if you knew how to get them.

He spent nearly an hour browsing this Deathmatch Participant Forum, and while he wasn't entirely clueless, he at least managed to get through it.

For him, there are only two things to pay attention to for the time being.

The first is the talent system on the personal interface, and the second is the start time of the Deathmatch Showdown.

The so-called talent does indeed refer to talent in cultivation, but there are no universal cultivation techniques in the real world, at least Lu Bai hasn't found any.

Therefore, the level of talent will not be very obvious in real life. At most, it may mean that one has better physical coordination and learns things faster than the average person.

But to say that talent is useless is a big mistake.

Deathmatch Showdown that end in a few weeks are actually rare; many matches last for several years, or even more than a decade.

When encountering Deathmatch Arena with fantasy, martial arts, or magic backgrounds, having sufficiently high talent can give you a significant advantage over other deathmatch fighters.

Although it's unclear how the Deathmatch System works, in the Deathmatch Arena, Deathmatch fighters can indeed train just like the natives.

After decades of dedicated cultivation, there are numerous stories of people emerging from seclusion and sweeping across the world.

Therefore, when the Deathmatch School recruits new students, it mainly looks at their talent first; those with less than five points are not even qualified to enroll.

Even if they were unwilling, they could only resort to unorthodox methods.

As for the timing of the Deathmatch Showdown, it takes place every thirty days after you officially become a deathmatch fighter, with matchmaking starting at noon.

Fortunately, the first three rounds of Deathmatch Showdown are considered a beginner's protection period; at worst, they will be eliminated.

However, after the fourth round, dying in the Deathmatch Arena will truly mean death, making it impossible to return to the real world.

And it's no longer possible to "jump off the train midway".

All participants in the fourth round or higher of the deathmatch are required to engage in at least one Deathmatch Showdown within a year; participation is mandatory.

For this reason, those who finish in the third round or below are generally referred to as reserves and are not considered true fighters.

Given such a high mortality rate, why do countless people still choose to become suicide fighters?

It mainly relied on the strong promotion of the United Government.

Including but not limited to granting fighters a prestigious social status, providing substantial welfare benefits, and ensuring that no compensation is withheld from their families in the event of death, etc.

All of this is a fatal temptation for people at the bottom of society who lack upward mobility.

It's no exaggeration to say that if you don't have much talent, you'll need connections even if you want to die.

"But the question is, what's the reason?"

Lu Bai stroked his chin thoughtfully.

He found no information about this on the forum and had no idea what the United Government could gain from Deathmatch Showdown.

The more you know, the more confused you become.

Fortunately, he wasn't in a hurry; he had plenty of time to learn about it gradually.

"Dude, why are you so engrossed in playing on your phone these days?" Lu Qingyan, starting to wriggle on the sofa out of boredom.

He didn't actually expect Lu Bai to reply.

After all, once he was pulled from the river, he was in a dazed and confused state and wouldn't answer any questions.

When Lu Bai looked over, the little boy had already turned over and put his two short legs on the back of the sofa.

For a child, it's actually quite good that they could stay quiet for so long.

Lu Bai wasn't quite sure how his predecessor had gotten along with his younger siblings, so he asked, "Have you seen my diary?"

"What diary do you have? Who keeps a diary?"

Lu Qingyan rolled his eyes, and after a few seconds, he suddenly realized what was happening and exclaimed in shock, "Brother, you're back to normal?!"

Although Lu Bai was somewhat disappointed that his predecessor hadn't left a diary, he didn't dwell on it too much.

At worst, there's the excuse that one's personality changes drastically after surviving a near-death experience.

Lu Bai laughed and said, "There are still many things I can't remember."

"That's great! You have no idea how worried your older sister and I were about you."

At this point, a mischievous glint flashed across the little boy's chubby face, and he said, "How about we go out for something nice to celebrate? How about that new fried chicken place?"

Lu Bai was also a little hungry, so he nodded.

"Alright."

Stepping out of the building, the dense rows of gray-black high-rises lining both sides of the road were somewhat suffocating.

Unlike the chaotic Kowloon Walled City, all the buildings were very orderly and stood side by side.

With only a three or four-meter distance between buildings, the buildings are almost all over fifty stories high, looking like rows of giant coffins rushing towards you from a distance.

Lu Bai looked up and, through the gaps between the buildings, could see the holographic sky gradually turning a dim yellow, indicating that it was already evening.

Putting aside the issue of cramped living space per person, the United Government is indeed making efforts to create the appearance of a real city.

The road was full of pedestrians; although it wasn't quite crowded, it was far from empty.

Coupled with the loud music playing in the shops, it gives people a sense of warmth and life in this concrete jungle.

Seeing that there were many people, Lu Qingyan naturally reached out her little hand and took Lu Bai's hand. "Brother, let's go to the side."