The northern district of a certain supercity in the Sixth World Zone.
On the rooftop of a thousand-meter-tall skyscraper, Luo Yuan lay in a rocking chair, cracking melon seeds as he watched helplessly as geniuses kept charging up to kill him. These geniuses actually seemed utterly unafraid of death. Even as the Sword Domain formed by the Yan Shen Armament's golden swords slaughtered them into scraps, they kept pouring in, their corpses piling into mountains around the skyscraper.
This made him seem like the final boss in a game, with these geniuses coming to fight him. Didn't they know that the earlier they died, the lower their point rankings would be? Yet they were still serving as cannon fodder for others.
What Luo Yuan didn't know was that geniuses also came in different grades. Not all the geniuses participating hoped to win one of those paltry 1,001 spots; they knew their own limits. Many had been sent in by various factions as expendables to help the geniuses those factions had nurtured rise through the ranks, because spots as Core Members of the Virtual Universe Company were far too precious.
These geniuses had gone from individual free-for-alls to team combat, then to army warfare, gradually dividing into several camps. How brutal was the slaughter on a battlefield made up of over eight billion people?
A thousand kilometers from Luo Yuan's skyscraper in the northern district, the central command posts of several camps were shrouded in Mental Power Barriers. Each had several peerless geniuses serving as commanders, and they were staring in shock at the battle reports arriving from the front.
"Is that guy on the skyscraper rooftop a monster? We only wanted to pick up some easy kills at first. How did this turn into several camps fighting him alone?!" a