Waiting for It to Begin

Not everyone knew that the Deathmatch was going to surround and kill him.

Many pieces of information were only discussed secretly by the higher-ups. Some minor war zones did not even have the qualifications to participate in anonymous meetings.

Therefore, in the eyes of ordinary Trial Takers, Lin An, who had performed brilliantly in two trials and even taken first place, was obviously worth their attention.

"Lord Lin An, Miss Fiona, would you like to team up with us?"

He squeezed a friendly smile onto his face.

A short, thin middle-aged man with a wand tucked at his waist carefully sat cross-legged beside Lin An, then pointed toward a young man with sunken eye sockets behind him.

"Although we don't know what this trial is about, I think having more people can't hurt."

The man swallowed and instinctively glanced at Fiona's face.

"I'm Agassi, an Awakening user from the Ksanmia War Zone of the European Union. Of course, we're only nominally part of the Nordic War Zone."

The man with the wand was somewhat awkward. After finishing, he gazed at Lin An expectantly.

To insignificant Awakening users from subordinate war zones like them, Lin An and Fiona were practically major figures.

His Willpower Attribute was extremely low. It could be said that he had relied entirely on the equipment pooled together by the whole Safe Zone to push him to the edge of qualification.

Lin An neither refused nor agreed.

In the silence,

Lin An stared ahead. In the corner of the dim living room sat a hunched old woman, as though fixed to the chair.

She faced an iron barrel with faint flames rising from it. Her wrinkled hands, resembling old ginger, were held stiffly above the fire as she roasted them.

The flames licked her palms, sizzling loudly.