In fact, the pressure on the vast majority of the trial-takers present was growing greater and greater.
Even trial-takers with exceptionally strong wills would inevitably be shaken after witnessing one capable trial-taker after another have their lives taken as easily as chickens, ducks, and geese.
After eight rounds of selection, only ninety-two people remained.
At that moment, a fruit tree made of gold rapidly grew within Gold Space. In the blink of an eye, it bore a large number of golden apples—exactly ninety-two.
Rules: Each person must choose one golden apple. Whoever falls asleep after eating it will die. You must finish the apple within one minute. Please choose.
The trial-takers present could not help wanting to curse. Wasn't this blatantly telling them that one of the golden apples would definitely put whoever ate it to sleep?
However, after everyone had chosen an apple, many people's expressions changed slightly the moment they took their first bite.
The instant they bit into the golden apples, a wave of drowsiness washed over them. This round was not about one problematic apple—every apple was problematic.
What was being tested now was willpower. Whoever fell asleep first would die!
Nameless had not expected this round to be so sinister. He forced his eyes wide open, then walked over to Molly while eating his golden apple and said, "Let's slap each other. Whatever happens, don't fall asleep!"
"Okay? Okay! Okay!!" Drowsiness surged over Molly. She was initially a little dazed, but then she understood and tried her best to stay awake.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
The two slapped each other. When the other trial-takers saw this, they quickly caught on and formed pairs, slapping one another to keep themselves from falling asleep.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
One trial-taker discovered that he had