Having a powerful lord as a father figure, what's wrong with just wanting to draw cards?

"The third trial is quite special and relatively simple. It consists of two different challenges, and it's estimated that it can eliminate another 90% of the people."

The voice of the giant phantom, which had been flat and monotonous at first, now had a strange excitement about it. Domi frowned as he listened, but he was under someone else's roof and had no choice but to take it one step at a time.

"There are no extra rewards for killing. Try your best to survive to the end, and the most generous rewards await you!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the white light that teleported everyone's feet lit up again.

Domi glanced one last time at Albert and the others, who were still not recovered, and walked over to pat Albert on the shoulder:

"Let's cherish the memory of her after we get out alive; if we die, we won't even have the chance to remember her."

The pure white cube space was instantly enveloped in a blinding white light, and everyone disappeared, except for the enormous phantom that remained this time.

For the first time, his face, hidden beneath the hood, broke into a wide grin that stretched all the way to his ears.

Extreme excitement, extreme morbidity.

Finally, they left quietly...

Upon arriving at the new trial grounds, we found ourselves in a dimly lit wasteland, somewhat like a parched field, completely empty of trees and buildings.

Large, thick, dark clouds hung overhead, as if a cataclysmic storm was about to descend.

Everyone was there, looking at each other, bewildered and at a loss.

tick tock...tick tock...

As a few raindrops hit Albert's bald head, he slowly raised his head to look at the sky, and a torrential downpour began in an instant!

Everyone was soaked to the bone.

Domi leisurely sculpted a hood for his trench coat and put it on, while also making three waterproof goggles for his teammates, and a special pigeon-head goggle for Tuo'er.

Then give each of them a bottle of night vision solution to ensure they don't get separated in the dark.

"Young man, do you have a magic bag? How come you have all sorts of things?" Tuo'er exclaimed in amazement.

"This is called being prepared for any eventuality. When you're out in the world, you always have to be careful."

Then, amidst the torrential rain and the vast expanse of dark clouds, purple lightning brewed.

To'er was a lightning mage, possessing an extraordinary perception of objects. He looked up at the sky crackling with lightning; thanks to his goggles, rain couldn't get into his hood.

"It's going to thunder... a really, really loud thunder."

Afu swallowed hard, looking somewhat frightened by the natural disaster, and asked, "Just how big is it?"

The two bulging pigeon eyes stared intently at the nervous Afu:

"Enough to cover this entire wasteland with heavenly lightning."

"Then we're doomed?!"

"Don't panic," Domi said. "This level might just be played out this way."

Just as Domi had expected, as the lightning was about to pour down, a large circle suddenly appeared on the ground not far away, with white light emanating from its edges.

Without even thinking about it, a special piece of land suddenly appears in the midst of a thunderstorm that can sweep across all areas, and only standing inside it is safe!

Domi and his three companions immediately turned and ran, fearing they would be pushed out and get into a conflict with others, which might be too late and could lead to their downfall.

As we ran, torrential rain lashed our faces, blinding us and reducing visibility to almost nothing.

But in the darkness, that ring of white light was so dazzling that it attracted moths from the darkness to fly towards it as if their lives depended on it.

Soon, Domi and the others were the first to step into the white circle. A few seconds later, more people came in, filling the white circle completely. Those who were slow to react were unsurprisingly stopped outside.

They begged to squeeze in, but no one would risk their own life for someone else's, especially those already on the margins.

When their prayers went unanswered, the people who had been pushed out became hysterical.

"If I can't get in, I'll die out there, and you won't have an easy time either!"

After uttering their threats, they put on ferocious masks, pulled out weapons or staffs, and were about to launch an attack into the crowd, an attack or spell with knockback properties.

This is clearly an attempt to push some of the money out as well!

However, just as the attack was about to arrive, the lightning storm struck down from above first!

Thunder roared right overhead; the sound was so loud it seemed to deafen you!

Boom! !

Lightning bolts as thick as buckets fell from the sky like countless arrows, immersing every inch of the wasteland in chaotic lightning magic.

Those who remained outside the circle were naturally baptized.

The pillar of lightning completely enveloped them. Those standing inside the white circle could only see a black figure struggling, screaming, and wailing in agony...

The scream was so piercing that it sent a chill down everyone's spine, and they silently resolved to secure the white circle.

The thunderstorms seemed to come one after another, and when they finally subsided, all that remained in front of everyone were piles of human ashes, a truly heartbreaking sight.

At the same time, the white circle beneath their feet seemed to divide like a cell. First, it shrank by one size, then split into two, 'rushing' off in opposite directions.

The group was initially stunned, but then automatically split into two groups, each chasing after one of the circles of light.

The three people in the long-range turret naturally followed Domi and his group.

However, everyone had suffered injuries of varying degrees in the underground palace, and even a single step could aggravate their wounds, naturally slowing them down considerably.

In addition to the burst of energy during the first sprint, I'm completely exhausted now.

By the time they arrived, everyone else had already taken their spots, and the white circle was more than half the size smaller than the previous one, making it even less likely that they could squeeze in.

Just as they were feeling desperate, a few unlucky guys were kicked out of there, scrambling and rolling in the mud trying to run back, but they were kicked far away again.

Domi's body came into view, and his face under the hood seemed to beckon them over.

"There are seats available now, come on over."

Tashan and Barnett breathed a sigh of relief and immediately took Albert and hurried over, finally squeezing into the circle at the last minute.

When the thunder struck again, those unlucky guys became pitiful scapegoats.

Tashan put his arm around Domi's shoulders, moved to tears, unable to distinguish whether the tears were rain or sobs.

"Brother Death Omen! I won't thank you enough. Just let me know if you ever need our help again, and we'll go through fire and water for you!"

"It was nothing, rather than thanking you. You should hurry up later, the white circle is about to shrink again."

Just like the first time, the white circle, which was already half its original size, shrank even further, but it stopped splitting and sped off in a random direction once more. All the survivors immediately followed.

On the other side, a group led by Father Harun Justin and others also occupied the new white circle.

But this time, too many people were squeezed out.

Outsiders die, insiders live; though separated by only a white line, it feels like two different worlds.

Justin, of course, wouldn't be foolish enough to go out himself and give the opportunity to a complete stranger, so he coldly said:

"Whether you die now or wait to die later, you are free to choose."

Claws that could cut through iron like mud sprang from between his fingers, so sharp they could slice rainwater in two.

Those who were blocked outside looked at each other. They knew very well that they had no choice at this moment. Fighting to the death was better than sitting and waiting to die!

"Take a gamble, and your bicycle might turn into a horse-drawn carriage!!"

The "uprising" unfolded simultaneously in two different locations...

The debt is paid off~

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Conflict breaks out, pacification occurs, the circle shrinks, and escape occurs...

After this was repeated several times, the number of survivors visibly decreased significantly.

Domi glanced around and counted on his fingers; there were only thirty people left, just on his side.

If the two white circles separating the two locations are the same size, there should also be thirty people on the other side, making a total of only sixty. Compared to two hundred and fifty... almost every moment, every second, someone is dying, not to mention the initial thousands of 'players'.

If there is a mastermind behind this ruin, then Domi thinks he is either a mental patient engaging in performance art, or a deranged serial killer who enjoys killing.

He kills without batting an eye, but he couldn't bring himself to harm so many innocent people at once.

"Tor, do you think someone might be manipulating this ruin behind the scenes?"

After surviving the last thunderstorm, they had a brief rest, but only a tiny bit. In five minutes, they would begin the second half of the trial.

In this life, Tuor is a native of the North, and should know more about this ancient site than other outsiders.

The toddler crossed his arms and pondered for a moment before answering:

“I hadn’t thought about this possibility before, but now that the boy has said it, I think it’s not impossible.”

"Before this, the descriptions of the trials inside by adventurers were all different. So many times, no one had encountered the same one. Such randomness was obviously something that the technology at that time could not achieve."

If no one was designing and manipulating all of this behind the scenes, the Northern Kingdom wouldn't have had to cower in the frigid lands for so many years; it would have already invaded the Central Plains. The Lionheart Empire would have been nothing more than a small fry.

"Uh... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought up your hometown..."

Domi casually waved his hand to indicate that he didn't mind, but after hearing this possibility, he fell into deep thought.

If someone is really orchestrating all of this, trying to kill them all here, what is their purpose?

Domi couldn't understand why this ruin would always give substantial rewards to those who passed the trials, indicating that it was not short of money or rare treasures, making it unlikely that it would kill to steal the treasures.

Could it be the soul of a slave who has lost his body?

That doesn't make sense either. If that's the case, why keep the massive number of souls of Xisha soldiers unclaimed? Are theirs fresher? Souls shouldn't be so particular about that...

In the end, Domi also figured out a reason.

"So, young man, what are your thoughts?" Toh asked curiously.

"No, it doesn't make any sense at all."

"Then you can't either~"

"Why don't you do it?" Domi rolled her eyes and said irritably.

As if sulking, Todd casually guessed, "I guess that person just wants to watch a show."