A Fifty Percent Chance of Survival?
After the game rules were announced, all the screens went dark at once.
As the broadcast ended, half the city fell into silence.
About half a minute later, everyone's phones began chiming with notifications without pause.
In an instant, the city boiled over. Within just a few minutes, videos and messages about the Black and White Life and Death Game spread across the internet.
Most people refused to believe it, but as more and more people tried to leave the Big Wheel and the death toll soared, the government had no choice but to issue a warning, telling everyone to stay where they were and wait for rescue.
Xu Huo kept scrolling through the videos. Whether on the ground or in the air, any vehicle or helicopter that entered the Black and White Wheel's range exploded into a spray of blood when it tried to leave. Countless cars and helicopters crashed, and thick black smoke billowed around the wheel.
People had even tested it on cats and dogs, but they had met the same deadly fate.
"So once you enter the Life-or-Death Game, there's no way to get out alive unless you take part?"
He frowned at the black squares on the ground. District 014 had only entered the game recently, and most Players were still trapped in closed Dungeons. Even he knew next to nothing about the game system—not even its basic rules, let alone what the items might be capable of.
But no matter how he looked at it, this Black and White Life and Death Game couldn't be explained by an item. The game was supposed to announce the Dungeon's setting and mission. Could High-level Players who opened Dungeons be expected to announce the rules themselves?
No, the skin stripper's Dungeon