In an American comic book world, you start with a horse charm.

Jack Weir is a 19-year-old college student who is struggling to make ends meet. While looking for part-time jobs in the newspaper, his eyes are quickly drawn to a male advertisement.

"Who will become this lucky millionaire? — Miller's Game"

The sensational headline immediately caught Jack's attention.

"We are looking for 1,000 people to participate in an exciting challenge game. The final winner will receive one million US dollars from Mr. Miller! Each participant will also receive a reward of one thousand US dollars after passing the first level of the game. The more levels you pass, the more rewards you will receive!"

What are you waiting for? Sign up now!

Registration closes at 5 PM today!

Eligibility requirements: age 20-40, no criminal record, and no bad habits.

Registration hotline: 123…123.

After reading the whole thing, Jack had to admit that he was smitten.

Jack, who had quickly registered for the competition, arrived at the address provided by the staff on the other end of the phone at a huge factory.

The words "Miller's Games" are prominently displayed on the factory gate.

Knowing he had come to the right place, Jack walked into the factory and immediately saw the registration area where many people were standing.

After successfully registering, Jack received a sticker that showed 456 and a dark green jacket with the "Miller's Game" logo.

Following the staff's instructions, Jack stored his belongings, then put on a sticker under the logo on his jacket and went to the waiting area, where quite a few people were already seated.

Looking at the number on his chest, Jack could easily guess how many people were inside. Because there were numerous cameras installed and many staff members wearing black, smiling masks and red uniforms standing inside, it was relatively quiet.

After Jack found a seat, a chubby figure quietly sat down next to him.

"Hey buddy, let's be friends! My name is Olay."

"I don't smoke!" Jack blurted out instinctively.

"Okay, okay, don't worry, they've taken all my things," the fat man, Olay, said.

"Then why did you contact me?" Jack asked curiously.

"Brother, let's find some allies!" O'Reilly said matter-of-factly. "Teamwork goes the distance! Join us, brother!"

"How many people have you contacted?" Jack asked curiously.

"So far, you're the only one," Ole said nonchalantly.

"So, us?" Jack was very curious as to why Olay added "us" when there was only one person.

"Hey bro, I didn't realize you cared so much about grammar. You must be in college now!" O'Reilly asked tentatively.

So having education can be a problem? Jack was speechless. "Yes, I'm currently studying at... university... majoring in... but I prefer the gaming industry and want to work in a similar field in the future. My father disagrees with my ideas and won't pay my bills anymore, so I came here!" But his good manners still allowed him to answer Olay's question sincerely, and he also told Olay why he came here.

O'Reilly exclaimed, "Wow, that's impressive, buddy! You're both smart and experienced. If it's convenient, how about we team up when the game starts?"

Jack asked curiously, "So, if we really make it to the end and get that million, how will we split it?"

"Brother, do you really think these despicable capitalists will let us win the grand prize? Either the prize is already predetermined, or there are too many restrictions; people like us can forget about it!"

"Really? This place looks pretty legitimate. We don't even have to pay a registration fee to participate in this competition, and we even get jackets. These jackets alone must be worth a lot of money, right?"

"I know those despicable capitalists well; they're not going to give us peasants a lot of money! I bet they'll take back these clothes."

"what?"

"Brother, you clearly haven't experienced the harsh realities of life. Let me tell you, I used to..."

As Olay tirelessly explained his "experience" to Jack, a game challenger with the number 1000 on his clothes entered the waiting room.

As the last challenger arrived, the door on the other side of the waiting room opened, and the staff members wearing identical black smiley face masks and red uniforms began to remind all the players that it was time to head to the next location.

As they walked out the door together, Olay stopped talking to Jack and started looking around at their surroundings.

Behind the gate was an open area about 700 meters wide and 900 meters long, with several light bulbs at both ends and a conspicuous white line marking the start and finish lines. They were currently standing behind the white line at the start, and staff were loudly reminding them not to cross it.

After everyone in the waiting room left and arrived at the venue, a man wearing a white smiling mask and a well-fitting white suit walked out from the finish line with a microphone.

"Hello everyone, I'm the lead designer for Miller's game. You can call me Doctor Miller."

"It's pretty arrogant of a designer to be called a PhD."

Someone seemed to have voiced Jack's inner thoughts. Jack looked in the direction of the voice and saw a girl who looked about his age.

Miller, on the other side, naturally didn't hear the girl's complaints. He continued into the microphone, "Welcome everyone to the first level of Miller's Game. This level is called 'Red Light Stop, Green Light Go.' You need to walk from the starting point to the finish line within the specified time. However, you can only move when the green light is on. When the red light is on, you need to stay still. If you make any move, you will be eliminated."

Do you understand the rules of the game?

"Let's get started!"

"I'm coming for one million."

"Don't push me!"

"Understood, let's get started!"

……

Miller, who had automatically filtered out a lot of profanity, was very annoyed and felt he should screen the challengers.

Miller should actually be thankful, since the unspoken eligibility requirements of being literate, able to read newspapers, and owning a telephone had already helped him conduct an initial screening of the applicants' qualities, not to mention the obvious additional eligibility requirements of no criminal record and no bad habits.

Miller took the special water gun from the staff and pressed the button. As soon as he pressed the button, a line from a game suddenly popped into his head.

The hunt has begun!

The moment the green light came on, a huge crowd rushed toward Miller's position. Miller's hand trembled, the green light went out, and the red light came on.

But many people continued to rush forward. Miller, riding a Balance Bike custom-made by Tony Stark, went over and wet them one by one, then signaled to the staff to take them off. Of course, Miller wasn't the only one responsible for checking; there were many other staff members moving around inside.

Miller was basically only in charge of the very first batch.

Of course, the naked eye has its limits, and naturally, many will slip through the net. Jack watched as the person next to him quietly changed to a more comfortable position.

Even so, the team of one thousand people was reduced to about nine hundred, with nearly one hundred being eliminated.

Seeing that many people were about to collapse, Miller pressed the button again, and the moment the green light came on, many people immediately collapsed to the ground.

Miller, who had a bad idea, turned the light red again less than a second after it turned green. Caught off guard, a large number of people were eliminated because they couldn't keep their balance.

Those who lay down to rest actually benefited, and some simply stayed still.