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At that, everyone's attention was drawn over. The appearance of the first permit felt like a ray of dawn, bringing hope to the lower-class people who were still striving.

It proved at least that the permits were real, and that their efforts were not just bubbles.

The square swept away its previous low, depressed atmosphere. Some contestants even cheered softly, as if they saw the bright future of getting a permit themselves.

1062 felt like he was dreaming. Amidst the cheers of the crowd, he cautiously picked up the card at his feet.

Even though he could not read the words on it, he felt a sense of familiarity toward them.

He pressed the card against his chest and asked uncertainly, "I can go up on stage now, right?"

Not knowing who to ask, he had no choice but to turn to the follow-cam that had been buzzing around him.

"Of course," Teacher Slaughter's voice answered him. "I said that as long as you hold a permit, you can go on stage. So please, whoever holds a permit, come on up."

With those words, 1062's hot-air balloon began to descend slowly. Teacher Slaughter would certainly not let the person who won the permit climb down by himself; if he did, the contestant mortality rate would reach a hundred percent.

1062 grabbed the edge of the basket in excitement, looking at the high platform getting closer and closer beneath him. In his mind, he was already thinking about what he should say once he got on stage.

*I'm the first one to go on stage, so I'll definitely leave a deep impression and get a lot of votes... I'll easily advance to the top fifty to enter the next stage, and maybe even become the final champion of this show and