"Eighth Trial: Life-and-Death Game. Trial-takers, please complete the task according to the requirements. Otherwise, you will die immediately."
Nameless opened his eyes and found himself in a vast, empty silver space. The other trial-takers were here as well—one hundred people in total.
"The name of this trial gives me a bad feeling."
"Could this be a repeat of the Life-and-Death Game from ten thousand years ago? In the end, only one trial-taker could survive."
"It's over. If I'd known this would happen, I should've quit in the first trial. Waaaaah, Mom, I miss you. I'm sorry, but I might not make it back."
"We're doomed. We're all doomed. Hahahahahaha! In the Life-and-Death Game, only one person has ever made it through alive. It won't end until everyone else is dead."
"Ahhhhh! I refuse! I refuse! Why did I have to get a trial like this?!"
The trial-takers quickly finished reading the rules of this trial. Then some broke down sobbing, some raged helplessly, some wore gloomy expressions, and some stood there like wooden chickens.
Nameless instantly recalled the information about the Life-and-Death Game in the Divine Treasury Trial.
Simply put, each space would give them a requirement. Those who completed it would live, while those who failed would die.
Sometimes, many of the trials were just little games, but those games concealed terrifying malice and cruelty, testing human nature and the human heart to the extreme.
"So it's this kind of trial."
Nameless muttered unhappily to himself.
A moment later, a red circle suddenly appeared on the floor at the center of the space. At the same time, a line of text appeared on the silver wall: Enter the red circle as soon as possible. Anyone who has not entered the red circle after ten minutes will die!
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