Global Demon Transformation.

Chapter 547 New Features
Buzz buzz.
A series of buzzing sounds came, and a strange power surged in the room. Soon, one after another, illusory figures condensed in the room.

The figures appeared somewhat blurry, and there were nine people in total: Black, White, and Asian, five men and four women.

These nine individuals are all high-ranking officials from their respective countries, and also representatives dispatched by those countries to be specifically responsible for formulating the rules of the Kingship Program and some reward and teaching aspects.

The moment they appeared, a huge screen of light appeared in the very center of the room.

This is a huge list of profile pictures.

Some profile pictures are in color, while others are in gray, with gray making up about one-tenth of the total.

At the bottom is a line of text and numbers.

Number of participants: 2499 (833 trainees and 1666 assistants)
Death toll: 291 (118 trainees, 173 assistants)
Number of abstentions: 34 (11 students, 23 assistants)
"291 people died in just twelve days. This mortality rate is too high. We don't know how many more were injured."

A middle-aged Black man stared at the list, his voice tinged with anger.

He spoke his native language, and because everyone had a translator, there were no communication barriers.

No wonder he was so angry.

It should be noted that the contestants in this year's competition are all top-tier experts at the eighth or ninth rank, and all have the potential to become kings.

In major countries, kings are not uncommon; every important city has more than ten kings in charge.

However, in some small and medium-sized countries, the number of kings is very small, and some countries don't even have one.

The ninth rank represents the upper limit of combat power for some small countries. It is a crucial factor determining the survival of a nation.

If they die, then this country may disappear from the world completely.

This resulted in the deaths of 291 people.

Even the Battle of Dawn did not have such a high mortality rate.

With a total of 2499 participants, the mortality rate has exceeded one in ten.

The number of people who gave up is listed as 34, but it is definitely more than that, because some people are injured, and some are on their way to giving up and have not yet been registered.

The only accurate figure is the death toll.

After receiving the spots for trainees and assistants and confirming their eligibility to participate, each participant carries a spiritual imprint.

This spiritual imprint is similar to the one Lin Feng received from the Blue Moon Guardian in Jiangcheng.

The mark disappears upon death.

At this rate of elimination, the King of Kings program probably won't have a second season.

Even if it exists, it will be ten or twenty years from now.

"Yes, it's too high, and this is just the beginning."

A phantom echoed, its tone full of helplessness.

The sheer number of casualties alone is enough to give you an idea of ​​how brutal the battle was.

No wonder 34 people gave up this opportunity.

The contestants themselves have the potential to become kings. Even if they give up, they will still have a chance to become kings in the future, but the chances are smaller and it will take longer.

Even if you enter the Land of Fallen Gods, you may not necessarily become a king; you may still be eliminated later.

With such a high mortality rate, the number of people giving up will likely increase.

“These are all elites of humanity. It’s such a waste for them to die like this. I suggest we change the meeting point.”

A woman in her forties, wearing a black dress and glasses, suggested this.

"Giving up? That's a joke."

A sneer came from a bald man, his voice laced with mockery: "So many people have died, and you just give up like that? Those who didn't even enter the Land of Fallen Gods are one thing, maybe it doesn't matter, but what about those who risked their lives to enter the Land of Fallen Gods? Are you going to make them come out again?"

"Didn't you see how many people died?"

The woman pointed at the list on the screen and retorted fiercely.

"That is indeed a lot, but it's normal."

A white man in a suit spoke up: "If you're afraid of dying, don't participate in the Kingship Plan. Since it's a rule, it can't be changed casually. Besides, the meeting place has already been changed once. Changing it again would be a joke."

"The King's Plan is an elimination tournament. Resources are limited, and only those who are not afraid of death can receive the best resource rewards."

The atmosphere was somewhat silent.

No one refuted this statement.

Because it is the truth.

They chose the Land of Fallen Gods precisely to eliminate a group of people.

Those who are afraid of death or have ulterior motives must be eliminated.

However, the current mortality rate has far exceeded their estimates.

At this point, it's too late whether you regret it or not. If the meeting point is changed a second time, it would be a huge joke.

This will not only affect morale, but people all over the world will probably start to question the World Alliance.

"Mr. Chen, what do you think?"

The woman who had just spoken had her gaze fall on an elderly man with gray hair.

As a representative of China, Mr. Chen's words carry far more weight than hers.

If he agrees, others will have to think it over carefully.

The old man was not tall, less than 1.7 meters, with a face full of wrinkles, gray hair, a thin frame, and a slightly hunched back, as if a gust of wind could blow him over. He was wearing an ill-fitting Zhongshan suit and stood quietly looking at the list.

He remained silent during others' arguments, only seeming to snap out of his daze when someone asked him a question.

"It's impossible to change it now; 12 days have passed, and it's too late."

The old man's body trembled slightly as he suppressed his grief and said in a deep voice.

He didn't say anything, his eyes were fixed on the list, just looking for a profile picture.

His grandson, Chen Nanshan, was also a participant this time. He won the spot through the "Most Valuable Person" competition, not through popularity votes, but through his own merit.

His grandson has always been his pride.

He found the profile picture, but it had turned gray.

He suppressed his grief and continued, "Send more people, and reinforce the healers."

There is no other way.

The woman looked disappointed, but knowing that it was a done deal, she said nothing more.

"I suggest that the tipping feature can be officially launched."

Old Chen's slightly cloudy eyes looked at the representatives from various countries.

"Should the specific death toll be made public? If it is, wouldn't it cause widespread panic?" someone worried.

"Yes, once a large-scale panic occurs, it will have a huge impact on social order. Our country's unemployment rate has increased fivefold, and prices have also risen dramatically."

"At this point, what's the point of hiding anything?"

"The public has the right to know; the more something is concealed, the more panic there will be."

Opinions varied widely, and countries around the world were trying their best to avoid public panic, which could not only affect the economy but also lead to various riots and other incidents.

"The launch of the tipping feature should distract people from the issue. There's no need to hide the death toll; the public should be made aware of these fallen heroes."

Despite his apparent weakness, Old Chen spoke with unwavering resolve.

"agree."

"agree."

"agree."

Representatives from many countries nodded in agreement. The group then discussed several matters. After more than an hour, the meeting ended, the phantom began to dissipate, and the room returned to calm.

Hongyun University.

The Jianghu Martial Arts Club. Gao Hai and Yang Fan are also closely monitoring the progress of the King's Plan.

They pay attention to posts on martial arts forums and rumors on the internet, hoping to get information about the Avengers.

"Why haven't we heard from Brother Feng and the others?"

While browsing his phone, Gao Hai asked with some concern.

The Avengers have been on their way for two days now. Given their popularity and the attention they receive, news should definitely be spreading whenever they appear on various routes.

But there has been no news at all in the past two days.

“No news is good news.”

Yang Fan was browsing the official website of the King's Plan at this moment.

He was naturally curious about what the Avengers were doing at that moment, but he wasn't too worried.

He had a feeling that the Avengers were up to something.

This is Lin Feng's consistent style.

Lin Feng likes to do things unpredictably, so he's definitely up to something, or on his way to do something.

There's been no movement at all; they must be preparing something big.

"Recent news reports have indicated that quite a few people have died, probably one or two hundred."

Gao Hai remained deeply worried.

Although the Avengers have a glorious record and have never been defeated, this time is different. This time they are facing all the ninth-rank experts of alien races, and even kings may appear.

With such a large gap in strength, how could I not be worried?

The more I pay attention to the news, the more afraid I am of seeing familiar faces.

"Unfortunately, my aptitude is far too weak."

Gao Hai looked helpless.

"Alright, don't worry unnecessarily. They must be brewing something big. Just wait and see."

Yang Fan said, and after a moment, he exclaimed in astonishment, "Big Head, the King's Plan is about to make a big move!"

"What big move?" Gao Hai was taken aback.

Yang Fan didn't explain. He put his phone on the ground, waved his right hand, and a screen of light appeared in front of them.

The screen displayed a page, which was the official homepage of the King of Kings Project.

At this time, the official website homepage displays an image composed of more than two thousand avatars.

Most of the profile pictures are in color, while about one-tenth are in gray.

Without needing an explanation, they understood what the gray profile picture meant.

Moreover, the authorities did not even allow them to speculate.

The webpage clearly indicated the number of participants, those who abstained, and those who died.

The death toll of 291 people sent a chill down Gao Hai's spine.

"Click on the China region," Gao Hai said in a trembling voice.

Yang Fan's expression also changed. He quickly clicked on the China region and entered the page. The page title read nine characters: The King's Plan, Fight for Humanity!

It is also an image composed of various portraits.

There are a total of 240 profile pictures.

There are 17 gray ones, and none of them contain Lin Feng's or his friends' portraits.

Gao Hai finally breathed a sigh of relief. His heart and pulse were still beating very fast, and he felt a little dizzy.

"Scared me."

Gao Hai clutched his chest, feeling a discomfort in his heart.

"Seventeen have already died."

Gao Hai's voice trembled slightly.

In China alone, seventeen people died in the battle. How tragic was that?

"There weren't 17, there were 14. Three of them were abandoned. This is a direct public announcement of the number of casualties."

Yang Fan was also startled at first, but now that he has recovered, he found Lin Feng and the others' location in the colorful profile pictures.

"It seems a little different."

Yang Fan clicked on Lin Feng's profile picture.

Soon, the page redirected to a dynamic image of Lin Feng's full body.

"Holy crap, that's so cool!"

Yang Fan exclaimed in amazement.

He is indeed handsome; this is clearly a specially designed photo.

Below the animated image is Lin Feng's information, including his date of birth, height, weight, and detailed information about the demon spirits he has refined.

Of course, this is all publicly available information, including Lin Feng's highlights and historical achievements.

What surprised Yang Fan the most was that a gold coin pattern appeared on Lin Feng's heart.

"The tipping feature has been enabled?"

Yang Fan said in surprise, but it wasn't too unexpected.

This had been rumored before.

The King's Plan is a plan that involves the entire population.

People can support their favorite students and assistants, including by giving tips.

At this point, someone had already given Lin Feng a reward.

The number of gold coins continued to soar, reaching a current total of 5,973,2501 gold coins.

How much is one gold coin?

Gao Hai asked.

"I'll try and see."

Yang Fan clicked on the gold coin icon, and a recharge interface immediately appeared.

One new coin can be recharged to one gold coin.

In other words, Lin Feng's total donations have reached nearly 60 million.

It's only been a few minutes, and the number is still soaring.

"With so much money, do you want to take a commission?" Gao Hai asked.

"What nonsense! They fight to the death against alien races, and you want to take a cut? When you recharge, there's a notification that 100% of the gold coins given as a reward will go to the student; there's no commission."

Yang Fan recharged 100,000 yuan and closed the tipping interface.

"Not only can you recharge, but there's also a recharge leaderboard. This World Alliance really knows how to play."

Lin Feng's donation amount ranked 128th, which is not high, but it is definitely not low either, belonging to the upper-middle range, considering that there are as many as 899 participants.

The top-ranked item is Hurricane Rossie, with a value exceeding 7 million.

“Indeed.” Gao Hai nodded in agreement.

This sense of participation has a fun element of idol development, which is quite interesting.

Furthermore, this ranking is also a form of competition, and no one wants their favorite trainee to fall behind.

Tipping is just the beginning; more new features will definitely be developed in the future.

(End of this chapter)