I have a city in another world

Chapter 7081 Frenzied Competition
The mountain city settlement, once a fortress symbolizing order and hope in the apocalypse, has now been completely reduced to a slaughterhouse of terror and chaos.

The air was no longer filled with the smell of gunpowder and dust, but with an overwhelming, sweet, pungent smell of blood.

Sweat mingled with fear and despair formed a nauseating, viscous fog that enveloped every street and seeped into the lungs of every survivor.

The root of all this lies in the demon god's sacrifice, which was triggered by greed and betrayal.

Instead of succeeding in stealing the prize, the three ritual sacrificers were forced to get involved themselves to protect their own interests and eliminate others trying to seize the rare treasures as rewards.

Harvest lives, accumulate points, until the competition ends.

Relying on their formidable strength, the three sacrificial beings rampaged through the city, unmatched wherever they went.

If things continue this way, they will inevitably become the ultimate winners.

Unexpectedly, a sudden change occurred.

The standings have been updated.

A cold, emotionless mechanical voice seemed to resound directly in the minds of all the participants.

Then, the leaden sky at dawn was torn apart, and huge, empty eyes appeared out of thin air, coldly looking down at the ant-like beings below.

These eyes have no pupils, no emotions, only a pure assessment, like scrutinizing an object.

That wasn't enough. The scene in the sky changed again, and a crystal-clear 3D map of the city, covering most of the sky, slowly unfolded.

On the map, scarlet dots, like flickering will-o'-the-wisps, mark the real-time location of each participant.

Next to each light spot, a number is clearly marked.

Those are kill points.

These numbers were earned with lives, a ladder to "divine blessings," and a death countdown hanging overhead.

The most amazing thing is that the map clearly shows the locations of the top 1,000 participants on the leaderboard.

This means that anyone who aspires to be on the list, or simply wants to maintain their position, can use this map to pinpoint their target.

They hunted them down and took their place.

Every ten minutes, the map would appear precisely for ten seconds, then disappear, leaving behind a suffocating wait and suspicion that lasted nine minutes and fifty seconds.

Those ten seconds are enough for countless greedy and murderous eyes to lock onto the next target, and for bloody ambushes and counterattacks to unfold simultaneously in every corner of the city.

"Hahaha, 327th place, 872 points! I'm here!"

A one-eyed giant covered in blood stared at a relatively remote blood-red dot on the map, let out a beast-like roar, and led his few remaining men to pounce on it like hungry wolves.

The owner of the light spot, a young cultivator dressed in a blue Taoist robe and with an unsteady aura, was leaning against a broken wall, panting heavily.

At his feet lay several corpses, all dressed in blue Taoist robes, his former fellow disciples.

Just minutes ago, they were fighting side by side.

Unexpectedly, after killing the enemy, rare and precious treasures suddenly appeared on the corpse.

The sudden appearance of the treasure left everyone stunned, and in the blink of an eye, demonic energy flooded their brains and their eyes turned blood red.

The camaraderie among fellow disciples vanished, turning them into mortal enemies.

He won, but the price was several deep, bone-revealing wounds on his body, and now his situation is precarious.

Looking at the aerial map that reappeared and the constantly flashing number next to his name, his face no longer showed fear, but rather a kind of numb madness.

"Come on! Come on all of you! It's either you or me who dies!"

He roared, plunging a blood-stained longsword into the ground, his hands rapidly forming hand seals, and his spiritual energy began to surge violently around him.

If he couldn't win the fight, he was prepared to self-destruct and take a few people down with him.

Similar scenes are playing out in every corner of the mountain city. The alliance that was once formed to resist foreign enemies has become as fragile as paper under the lure of points.

Backstabbing and launching fatal attacks on comrades-in-arms has become commonplace.

At this moment, all trust has been lost; everyone is both the hunter and the prey.

In order to obtain the reward from the demon god, and for the faint hope of survival, all the bottom lines of humanity have been completely broken.

Cultivators and warriors from all sides, like sharks smelling blood, swarmed in from all directions.

Regardless of their identity, everything else pales in comparison to the rewards bestowed by the Demon God.

"Kill him, and his points are mine!"

"Get out of my way! I found this first!"

"Hahaha, another idiot, points acquired!"

Curses, roars, the clang of clashing weapons, the cracking of bones, and the screams of the dying intertwine to form a symphony of the apocalypse.

Blood soaked the bluestone slabs of the street, converging into winding, dark red streams that flowed into the city's sewers.

Limbs and severed arms are scattered everywhere, some even still in the posture of clenched fists or holding weapons, lying in the ruins on both sides of the road.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, so strong that it made it hard to breathe; every breath felt like swallowing blood plasma.

The numerous eyes suspended in the sky simply watched silently, as if appreciating a wonderful drama.

When they saw a top-ranked powerhouse being besieged and killed by a group of "ants" using despicable means, a mocking glint flashed in some eyes in the sky.

But most eyes showed neither admiration nor disgust, only a pure scrutiny of the experimental subject.

The demon god, residing in another world, uses points and rewards as bait to amplify the most despicable, cruel, and greedy aspects of human nature.

Those negative desires are also precious offerings, even more precious than blood, essence, and soul.

The demon god's act of keeping his promise and randomly distributing rewards throughout the city is part of his cruel plan.

Each reward distribution is like a shot of adrenaline in this bloody battle, making the participants even more frenzied and more convinced of the game's "fairness" and "value".

They will hunt and fight even more diligently, becoming nothing more than tools of slaughter in the hands of the demon god.

Faced with immense temptation, death seems acceptable, and everyone is willing to believe they are the lucky one.

The participation of a large number of cultivators and martial artists in the competition means a large number of deaths.

Every life that dies has its essence and spirit extracted by an invisible force, transformed into faint streams of light that converge and surge toward the vortex in the center of the city.

At five in the morning, a faint glimmer of dawn appeared on the horizon, but the mountain town settlement was still shrouded in a blood-red gloom.

The map in the sky refreshed again, and a group of numbers jumped to the top of the leaderboard, with their score breaking the 10,000 mark.

This man was one of the three sacrificers, and at his feet lay a mountain of corpses.

He laughed wildly, looking like a madman, completely ignoring the deep, bone-revealing wound gushing blood from his chest.

He knew that he had become the target of all the participants, who were all thinking of replacing him.

But he didn't care; he just wanted to keep all the rewards for himself.

Little did they know that from the depths of the vortex at that moment, a voice, ancient and melodious, resounded.

"The sacrifices... are not enough... continue... the slaughter..."

An increasingly dense demonic aura surged from the vortex, falling like an invisible mist over the ruins of the mountain city.

After a brief period of deathly silence, the mountain city settlement erupted into an even more frenzied and hysterical cacophony of screams and carnage.