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The air was filled with the salty smell of the sea and the corrosive scent of metal; it was cold and desolate.
"Click."
The crisp sound of the latches seemed particularly jarring in the deathly silence.
Dao Keji closed the last suitcase. Inside, neatly stacked, were T2 next-generation memory modules, enough to destroy a city.
He slowly straightened up, his lips curling into an uncontrollable, wildly curved smile, his eyes filled with an undisguised fascination with the impending destruction and death.
Opposite him, the man who claimed to be the representative of Group X remained standing in the same spot.
His expression remained perfectly still, like a meticulously calculated blueprint, without the slightest fluctuation.
It was as if the value of this deal, which was enough to overturn the world order, was not enough to stir even a ripple in the still lake of his heart.
"Pleasant to work with."
Dao Keji's voice was hoarse and low, like two rusty iron pieces rubbing against each other, without a trace of "pleasure".
For him, this was just a process.
A trivial stepping stone that drags the whole world into the hell he desires.
He picked up the suitcase, ready to turn and leave.
With just a snap of the fingers, this bustling city will begin its destruction, becoming a true paradise for the dead.
however--
An unexpected change occurred in that instant!
"Ding--!"
A piercingly sharp electronic sound effect suddenly pierced through the entire city of Fengdu.
That sound didn't belong to any frequency in this world; it seemed to resonate directly in the depths of everyone's soul, carrying an irresistible, absolute power to alter reality.
Immediately afterwards, the originally deep night sky was quickly enveloped by a strange purple light curtain.
On the screen of light, countless lines of code flowed like a waterfall, as if the entire world had been forcibly dragged into a huge, unknown virtual program.
in the city.
A giant billboard on a commercial building. 210
TV display windows of street-side shops.
A cell phone vibrating in a pedestrian's pocket.
All the glowing electronic screens were forcibly covered at the same time.
A pixelated logo with a peculiar design flashes wildly on the screen.
“DESIREGRANDPRIX”.
"This is……"
The representative of Foundation X, whose poker face remained unchanged for ages, finally showed the first crack.
His pupil data stream flashed wildly at an unprecedented speed, performing billions of searches and comparisons in the database.
The conclusion is... unknown.
This force does not belong to their Foundation X, nor to the museum, nor to any known organization.
This is a new "variable" that is enough to overturn everything.
He no longer had time to investigate further.
Because a colder, grander, and emotionless electronic narration voice resounded throughout the entire sky.
It was as if it were a divine pronouncement.
"Game Start!"
The moment the words fell.
In the shadows of the warehouse, Su Chen, who had been silently observing everything, and Da Dao Keji, who was not far away, both had a huge halo formed by billions of data streams appear beneath their feet at almost the same moment.
An irresistible teleportation force instantly enveloped the two of them.
The scene before my eyes was torn apart, distorted, and reassembled into bizarre blocks of color, rapidly receding into my field of vision.
When consciousness refocuses and vision returns to clarity.
They found themselves in a completely unfamiliar space.
This place seems to be a graveyard of civilization.
The broken steel bars of the skyscraper pierce the crumbling stone walls reminiscent of the ancient Roman Colosseum, creating a sense of contradiction and desolation between the future and the past.
The air was thick with the scent of scorched earth and despair.
Scattered around them were dozens of others, just like them, who had been forcibly dragged into this game.
Their faces were filled with panic, confusion, and a deep-seated fear.
Welcome to the Desire Grand Prix!
(bjeg)
The mysterious narrator spoke again, proclaiming the extremely cruel rules of the game to everyone in the tone of introducing a product.
"In this isolated region, you have only one mission—"
"Defeat all the 'Jyamato' (evil followers) that appear, and be the last one standing."
"The victor will become the 'God of Desire' in this round."
"Your wish can be fulfilled."
"And the losers..."
"They will be permanently eliminated."
The words have not yet fallen.
The earth began to shake violently.
Accompanied by a tooth-grinding, scratching sound like fingernails scraping a blackboard, dozens of hideous monsters emerged from the cracked ground.
They were clad in tattered samurai armor, wielded rusty blades, and their empty eye sockets burned with a savage and bloodthirsty red light.
Sword Saint Jyamato.
They gave the contestants no time to react; as soon as they appeared, they let out inhuman roars, brandished their weapons, and charged toward the nearest "prey."
"what--!"
A piercing scream instantly shattered the deathly silence of the graveyard.
Before a man could even run away, he was tackled to the ground by a Jyamato, its sharp blade piercing his chest.
His body did not bleed; instead, after a violent flash, it transformed into countless flying pixelated points of light and completely dissipated.
It existed, and was erased.
A survival game that was launched without warning, with everyone's lives and desires at stake.
Thus began the bloody prelude.
The sky above the ruined city was shrouded in an ominous purple light curtain.
A tidal wave of sword saints, Jyamato, surged from all directions of the city. Their scarlet compound eyes flashed with inorganic killing intent, and the sharp blades in their hands reflected the despairing faces of the contestants.
This place instantly transformed from a game field into a one-sided slaughterhouse.
The piercing screams rose and fell, only to abruptly cease the next second.
Most of the contestants didn't even have time to process this sudden turn of events before they were overwhelmed by those ruthless killing machines.
Their bodies were easily torn apart, turning into countless data points flying everywhere, announcing their elimination from this cruel game.
Chaos and panic are the only main themes on this battlefield.
However, in this cacophony of despair, only two notes seem out of place.
Su Chen and Da Dao practiced self-discipline.
The two stood silently in place, letting the torrent of battle wash over them.
The flying data fragments and the collapsed building debris could not leave any trace on them.
Their expressions remained unchanged, as if the hellish scene before them was nothing more than a tedious silent play.
The two looked at each other.
No words are needed.
In Dao Keji's eyes burned a pure, almost overflowing, destructive desire—a primal yearning for battle, tinged with a touch of manic playfulness.
Su Chen's eyes, however, held a deep, unfathomable calm, beneath which lay a careful assessment of the value of these "prey" before him.
next second.
The two moved at the same time.
The driver was not removed, and there was no transformation.
With their human flesh and blood, they went against the tide of fleeing people, one on the left and one on the right, and charged into the sea of monsters that represented death.
This scene was witnessed by the lucky survivors.
"crazy!"
A contestant hiding behind cover gasped in surprise.
"They're committing suicide!"
However, what happened next completely shattered all the knowledge they had just built up about the game.
Su Chen moved with incredible speed, leaving behind blurry afterimages amidst the dense array of strange figures.
He didn't even use any extra fighting techniques; he just casually swung his arms during his advance.
A simple action.
But the air emitted a muffled popping sound.