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"Sister Xinlan, what number are you?"

"616!"

"That sounds lucky. I'm 049, such an ordinary number. I really want to change it."

"Xin Xin, what about you?"

"233."

"Hey, I asked for your number. Why are you sending an emoji?"

"233."

"Forget I asked..."

"..."

Although he did not understand why the Main God had set up an Arena Tournament, one that encompassed every Reincarnator in such a grand spectacle, Russell was deeply interested. His urge to stir up trouble could not be calmed. No one could stop him.

Except a number plate!

According to the rules set by the Main God in Duan Xinlan's memories, all participating Reincarnators concealed their names, and the number on their plates was their name in the arena.

Moreover, without a number plate, one had no ticket. One would not even be able to find the door to participate.

Besides causing trouble, Russell had another reason for wanting to compete.

While everyone else was fighting in the arena, if he alone remained aloof from the world, transcendent and detached as a quiet handsome man, he would be far too conspicuous.

Even if he used the tactics Teacher Tony had taught him and turned the three women in the room into brainless fangirls, they would still notice what they were supposed to notice.

There was only one solution!

Russell narrowed his eyes. He did not want to use telepathy on people he knew and freely alter or erase their memories, so...

He considered simply killing all three women, taking their number plates, and entering the tournament.

The odds of success were very high. Unless the number plates came with facial recognition and required him to cross-dress, otherwise no one could save them.

Besides, no one had seen anything. Without evidence, no one could accuse him