"Someone has voted against it; the vote has failed, and the game continues," a mechanical voice announced from the sky.
The Human Torch's face was filled with despair.
"These are the rules, I'm sorry," Ling Yi sighed. The next moment, a chain pierced through the Human Torch's body, and Ling Yi killed him instantly.
According to the game rules, each time a Ability User dies, the user can apply to withdraw from voting once.
So, Ling Yi raised his right hand again.
"I wish to quit the game!"
The twenty-odd people behind Ling Yi raised their right hands simultaneously without hesitation.
As a result, some people still voted against it.
Ling Yi then walked over to the severely injured woman and said, "I'm sorry, you shouldn't have died."
"Cough cough, I know, we're just tools for certain people, and this day would come sooner or later." The woman's face was deathly pale.
"Can you tell me why your ability level is above S Grade? You should have just acquired your ability; this doesn't make sense."
"Everyone Central City beliefs, but perhaps it's because my beliefs require immense power to Guard them," Ling Yi rambled on.
The real reason is that he used his aura to eliminate the level restrictions of his superpower, meaning that his superpower has reached the Limit of this world.
"Faith and Guard?" the woman murmured, then gave a bitter laugh. "I seem to... have none of those."
As the woman finished speaking, her life came to an abrupt end.
This woman actually chose to end her own life.
Ling Yi knelt down, closed the woman's eyes, and then raised his right hand again.
"You don't need to apply for a vote, I disagree."
Just then, a voice rang out from afar, and then more than thirty people emerged from the Lin Zhong.
They are all superhumans.
They all received orders from the person behind the scenes to come specifically to kill Ling Yi.
The leader, dressed in a light gray casual suit and wearing black-rimmed glasses, looked Wenwen and harmless.
"Some choose to live, some choose to die. Living is instinct, dying is to make the living live better. These are the rules of the game, and you are breaking them."
The man stopped ten meters away from Ling Yi and said disdainfully, "I've seen too many people like you. You pursue so-called justice and fairness, but what true fairness is there in this world?"
"Among superhumans, some are strong and some are weak. Why should the strong follow the rules of the weak? If that's the case, what's the point of becoming stronger?"
This guy has a good way with words.
"You're quite good at using a fallacy of equivocation. Your so-called rules for the strong are nothing but Deprivation and oppression; you treat superhumans as tools, as crystals that can be harvested at any time."
"Some things just have to be done by someone."
As Ling Yi spoke, countless chains appeared from the Void, instantly covering the entire world.
Upon seeing this, the refined man's pupils contracted.
Ling Yi ignored him and raised her right hand again...
"I, Ling Yi, request to exit the game."
The refined-looking man adjusted his black-rimmed glasses, paused for a moment, then smiled slightly and said, "My name is Ma Tianhe. Ma Qing is my sister. We will meet again."
As he spoke, he raised his right hand. Ling Yi's Big Superman his expectations, so he wisely chose to compromise. But clearly, a feud had been formed between him and Ling Yi.
This time, it passed unanimously, and the surviving ordinary people cheered.
Among the superhumans, some breathed a sigh of relief; clearly, they were the ones Ma Tianhe had mentioned who "chose to die."
A sense of spatial pulling came, and the next moment, Ling Yi appeared on the platform he had left earlier.
Seeing that Lin Tong and the man with the buzz cut and sunglasses were both there, Ling Yi asked, "Were you waiting for me?"
"You're going to be in great danger. This time, you've touched the interests of too many people," the man with the buzz cut said in a deep voice.
"So, I'm going to apply for the Slaughter Game again," Ling Yi said without hesitation.
"Are you trying to break the rules of the game?" Lin Tong asked.
"Yes, how do I apply for this?"
"No, this is too dangerous. They will definitely send powerful fighters to ambush and kill you."
"Why are you waiting for me here?" Ling Yi asked in return.
"Because you did what we wanted to do but couldn't," the man with the buzz cut replied.
"You might not know this, but this Slaughter Game is the only one in which more than ten ordinary people have survived."
"So, someone has to do it," Ling Yi said with a smile.
"Yes, someone has to do it," Lin Tong murmured.
The man with the buzz cut handed Ling Yi a phone and said, "This is a phone specifically for superhumans. It has a superhuman app inside; you can apply through this."
Ling Yi took the phone, opened the Superpower App, registered his information, and applied for the Slaughter Game. The process was very simple.
After Ling Yi completed his application, he saw a number that shocked him.
To date, the number of superhumans applying for the Slaughter Game has exceeded 20 million, and this number continues to rise.
"Isn't it incredible?" Lin Tong asked.
"Yes!"
"Of these 20 million superhumans, at least 90% were mass-produced, subjected to closed training, brainwashing, or controlled by psychic superhumans..."
"These superhumans live for the sole purpose of participating in Slaughter Game, then being killed and turned into crystals."
"Superhumans can already be mass-produced?" Ling Yi was extremely surprised.
"These people are all clones. From birth, they are placed in an independent Simulation chamber to survive under Limit Simulation such as electric shocks, drowning, and burning, until their superpowers are activated or they die. The success rate is fifty percent."
"These mass-produced superhumans will continuously participate in the Slaughter Game until they die."
"And this is also the main source of Superpower Crystal."
"Besides these, there are also some superhumans, like the ones you met today, who are independent superhuman organizations. They team up to participate in the game, influence the outcome, and their goal is also to obtain the crystals."
"But these organizations are basically all in cahoots with those large power groups."
Ultimately, the outcome of the competition is determined by the major powers.
Hearing Lin Tong's words, Ling Yi was also extremely shocked; this world was truly bizarre.
So, the lives of superhumans may not be much better than those of ordinary people, and may even be worse.
They are either already harvested crystals, or on their way to being harvested.
Rebellion is virtually impossible.
Just then, a mysterious man wearing a metal mask and a Black Robe appeared out of thin air in front of Ling Yi and the other two.
"Hello, Ling Yi, my name is Iron Man." The man's voice was icy cold, devoid of any emotion.
"Here are two million crystals!" Iron Man tossed the box in his hand to Ling Yi.
Ling Yi reached out and caught it, then opened the box to take a look. Rows of Yingying crystals were neatly arranged inside, looking extremely beautiful.
Two million crystals represent two million vibrant lives that once existed.
This is almost equivalent to the total population of a second- or third-tier city.
"You're inviting me to join you?"
"Yes!"
"If you want me to join, you'd better tell me who you are."
"You'll find out once you join," Iron Man said coldly.
"I refuse!"
"A foolish choice!" Iron Man said, reaching out towards the box in Ling Yi's hand. His superpower was Teleportation, which allowed him to Teleportation himself or other objects.
But then, Daodao appeared from the Void, shimmering with golden light, and intertwined in front of Ling Yi to form a slowly rotating chain shield.
At that moment, Iron Man discovered that his ability to manipulate the box had disappeared.
What do you mean by that?
"I'm so poor, and these crystals are practically handed to me. Tsk tsk, might as well take them."
"How dare you!"
"Aren't we enemies?"
"You're right!" Iron Man paused, then stopped wasting words and Teleportation away.
Ling Yi tossed the crystal to Lin Tong.
"What's wrong with you...?" Lin Tong asked, somewhat puzzled.
"I like you guys, so I'll give them to you."
Just then, a Space Gateway opened in front of Ling Yi, and the second Slaughter Game began. Without thinking, Ling Yi stepped inside.
This time, the setting was simply a square plaza. As Ling Yi appeared, the other ninety-nine people followed suit.
And all of these people are Ability User.
Their expressions were blank, their eyes slightly vacant, and they were all staring intently at Ling Yi. Clearly, they had all come for Ling Yi.
"Is this the assembly line superhuman that Lin Tong was talking about?"
"Kill!" the superhumans roared, charging directly towards Ling Yi...
In the mysterious man's room, the figure of the Iron Man appeared out of thin air.
"How is it?" the mysterious man asked.
"Very powerful; his chains can already influence Power of Space, making it impossible to determine his level."
"Just very strong?" The mysterious man was not angry at all; instead, he laughed happily.
"Look at this!" The mysterious man tossed it to Iron Man.
"Is this... a scene from Slaughter Game?"
"After quitting the game, he re-registered for the Slaughter Game. Can you guess what he's going to do?"
"Destroy the rules of the game!" Iron Man said coldly.
"The rules of the game, huh? Never mind them. Now, I'll give you another task."
"If we leave this unchecked, we will suffer great losses."
"It's okay, we can just kill him in the next round. Don't forget the rules of the game. If he's the only superhuman in the entire game, guess what will happen?"
"Death!"
The mysterious man placed a photograph on the table, tapped it, and said, "This man is called Guan Tai, a new type of Ability User. Find him, kill him, and bring his crystal back."