"They used holographic glasses to track every warrior, ranking each killer and every battle. Based on what the spectators liked, they would make things difficult for the top-ranked players or give them equipment. The winner was decided by the total number of kills each side made, and the losing side had to give up ten percent of its broadcast profits."
"So many people died, and in the end, all it decided was whether the two Clown Cities split the profits forty-sixty or sixty-forty." Watermarks appeared on Xin Hui's mask. "It's simply despicable!"
Xu Huo fell silent for a moment, then said, "The fungal infection in the Cleansing Zone was cured a long time ago, wasn't it?"
"It could be completely cured more than ten years ago." Xin Hui took a deep breath. "But the government's upper ranks didn't clean it up. Instead, they put special Potions into the water supply to encourage the fungus to mutate. Those symptoms—the flowers growing on people's bodies, their faces and heads turning white—all appeared later."
"The ridiculous thing is, the poisonous Potions they brought in can be purified by the fungus in the underground nest."
"No wonder the water supply remains contaminated." Xu Huo paused. Given how often and in what numbers Clown City sent in warriors, the Potions they carried should have turned lakes and other bodies of water into dead pools. But these places were still continually purifying themselves. It seemed they had the fungus to thank for that.
"So the underground nest has actually spread across the entire Cleansing Zone?"
"I can't be certain," Xin Hui said hesitantly, "but the fungus can indeed grow in many places."
"Clown City keeps news of the game from the lower classes. How did you find out?" Xu Huo asked again. Some parts of Xin