Global Collapse

The death of No. 1133 caused the lower classes in the square to pause for a moment, but perhaps the continuous deaths had numbed them, or perhaps the long-standing dictatorial rule of the upper classes had made them only obedient.

No one questioned this game in which key information was deliberately concealed.

They simply thought 1133 was incredibly unlucky and frantically prayed that their luck wouldn't be like his.

They continued climbing relentlessly, as if eager to prove they would be the lucky ones to receive the permit.

The sound of falling echoed continuously in the square. Some people fell while climbing ladders, while others were unlucky enough to draw a skull, which represents death, from an envelope.

The murderous teacher passionately presided over the event, and whenever someone fell behind, he would let out a false sigh of regret.

"Ah, another warrior has left us, but this means there is one less competitor, and everyone here has a better chance of getting the license! The sacrifice of the fallen is not in vain, everyone, look, the audience here is growing."

007 turned his head to look at the outer edge of the square.

Scattered upper-class people were arriving one after another. The large screen on the stage was broadcasting live on television, showing that the program planned by Teacher Killer was very popular. The upper-class people who saw the live broadcast on TV couldn't wait to come to the scene to watch.

“I heard that the shows hosted by the hosts of Paradise Island and City of Pleasure next door are the most boring. They just let the lower classes take turns giving speeches. The audience there heard that our show is not only interesting but also has fierce competition, so they all come to our show.” A superior person next to 007 was talking to the person sitting next to him.

The Paradise Island and the City of Pleasure he mentioned are both names of upper-class residential areas.

007 noticed that the upper classman speaking was holding something similar to a mobile phone on Earth, indicating that they used this kind of thing to communicate.

"Sebastian, you're here." At this moment, a newly arrived upper-class person came to the audience. He was greeting an upper-class person sitting in front of 007, as if they were old acquaintances.

“Rian, weren’t you watching the show in the Upper Village? What are you doing in the City of Pleasure?” The man named Sebastian greeted the new upper classman and asked him.

"Stop talking. They said there was an accident at an important place a few days ago, and the original host of the show went to handle it. They replaced him with some greenhorn, and the show hosted by that greenhorn is so unappealing that no one wants to watch it. We heard that the shows here are very exciting, so we came to check it out."

As he spoke, he looked up at the glass canopy above him.

By this time, quite a few corpses were already lying on top of him. He whistled merrily, "It certainly seems quite exciting."

More and more upper-class people are arriving, all drawn by its reputation.

Most of their votes were still uncast, and a small group of people were circling around the ballot boxes on the periphery, seemingly wanting to vote.

“There are more and more spectators, which means our contestants will get more votes than those from other areas! Maybe we can take up most of the top fifty spots. This is a glorious achievement created by everyone!” Teacher Killer’s face was beaming with an undisguised smile.

His words acted like a stimulant, greatly boosting the morale of the contestants. They were eager to prove themselves, wanting to quickly obtain their permits to speak on stage and attract the attention of the upper class.

They climbed uphill, panting, almost forgetting their fatigue and the danger.

Forgetting the dangers led to more and more accidents. More people fell from the ladder, and at this point, only about half of the lower-class people who could move were left on the field.

007 saw a superior man standing in front of a ballot box, ballot box number 1129. The superior man stared at ballot box number 1129 with great interest for a while, and then cast his two votes into it.

But 1129 had already died, not long ago.

He fell while climbing a ladder hanging from a heart-shaped hot air balloon. Several cameras were filming him at the time, so they captured his gruesome fall immediately.

Perhaps those two votes were a reward from that superior person for contributing such a conspicuous corpse.

Gu Mian remained standing behind the ballot box, without climbing the ladder.

But he's like a hook; the upper class can't help but want to take the bait the moment they see him.

"Why don't you climb the ladder?" At this moment, a superior person stood in front of Gu Mian and asked him condescendingly.

"I'm afraid of dying." Gu Mian opened her eyes wide, looking frightened.

The upper-class person snorted coldly: "What a coward."

He disliked the lower class, especially the cowardly lower class. Normally, he would have no interest in the person in front of him now and would have turned around and left to continue watching the wonderful performance in the square.

But at this moment, he found the person in front of him increasingly displeasing, and a wicked thought popped into his mind.

I really want to see what such a timid and cowardly person would be like if they advanced to the second stage. I bet they would be so scared that they would call for their mother on the spot.

The thought of the joyful smile on his face made him, as if possessed, throw both of his votes into Gu Mian's ballot box.

“Well, he still has a lot of appeal to the upper class.” 007 in the audience took in the whole scene, and in no time, several passing upper-class people had already voted for Gu Mian.

But at most, Gu Mian only has a dozen or so votes, maybe twenty at most, which is nothing compared to the more than a thousand votes of the person in first place on the screen.

"If he can't make it into the top 50 and enter the second stage of the variety show, should we come up with another plan to save him?" 007 had already started thinking about what would happen if Gu Mian failed to advance.

Although there were many viewers at the Joyful City, most of them had not yet voted.

Everyone was still watching the exciting ladder-climbing show, and so far no one had successfully obtained a permit to speak on stage. Those who reached the top all drew skulls and fell down with expressions of resentment and fear.

"Did the host really put the permit in the hot air balloon basket?" 007 couldn't help but ask. (End of Chapter)