"Everyone, does anyone have items that can break through the door? We need to leave here quickly." The boy wearing glasses seemed eager to become the "leader" of the team and immediately began analyzing the situation. He took out a magnifying glass: "The item I got is a magnifying glass."

The rest looked at each other in dismay.

The female student seemed to sense the goodwill of the glasses-wearing boy and, hesitating for a moment, took out the item she was assigned—a dagger.

"I was assigned a dagger..." The girl timidly held the dagger.

The man in a suit also took out his item: "I was assigned a stick."

"Great." The glasses-wearing boy smiled: "At least our team has a bit of combat power... let's introduce ourselves first."

He showed a confident expression, seemingly certain he was the protagonist: "I'm Qian Lexin, well-versed in 'Five Years of Riddle Solving, Three Years of Gaming', 'Complete Guide to Apocalypse Instances', and various other textbooks. No matter the situation, I can quickly think of solutions, so everyone can trust me."

The female student nodded.

"...A paper-tiger elementary student, what a poser." An incongruous voice came from the corner.

The speaker was a large man, looking at Qian Lexin with disdain, and a large hammer appeared in his palm: "Do you really think book learning is enough to master this game? I'll knock you out with one hit and see if you keep babbling."

Qian Lexin was frightened and took a few steps back.

"Damn it, the most annoying are these little brats who think they're the protagonist; do they really think reading a few books makes them invincible?" The large man spat, picked up his hammer, and pointed at the five present: "Now, I'm going to be the captain. You all listen to me, any objections?"

The large man had once lived on the edge of survival and been the boss of a slum, quickly realizing the importance of survival of the fittest. To live longer in this dangerous game, he had to find ways to exploit the weak, so he could live comfortably.

He cast an aggressive glance over the five present: "The bespectacled brat, the underage girl, the feeble-looking man in a suit, the white-collar woman with thin arms and legs... and you, the weak-looking white-haired one. Listen up; I have the physique, I have martial arts skills. Follow me, and you'll live longer, or else others will eat you alive, understood?"

Su Ming'an was still thinking, utterly ignoring the conversation of this group.

His vision was already attuned to the war between deities and billions of people, fundamentally indifferent to such petty games.

"Now, state your abilities. If you dare hide them, I'll bash your heads in!" The large man threatened.

Qian Lexin paled: "My... my ability is [Insight], I can perceive others' emotions even if they don't speak..."

"Weak chicken ability." The large man pointed to the female student: "Next!"

The female student quickly said: "My... my ability is [Enhanced Weapon], I can make the dagger I hold sharper."

"That's somewhat useful." The large man pointed to the man in the suit: "You!"

The man in the suit was already sweating all over his back, stammering: "My ability is [Spikes], I can turn my stick into a ranged weapon and throw spikes."

"Not bad." The large man nodded, pointing to the white-collar woman: "Your turn."

The white-collar woman had been very calm all along; it was clear she did not fear the large man at all, so the large man's voice lowered somewhat, afraid of encountering a hard case.

But the white-collar woman did not react, only calmly swept the hair from her ear: "Are you sure you want to hear?"

The large man hesitated. His arrogance stemmed from knowing that high-level races were scarce, with most being low-level. But if he really encountered a strong one...

"Forget it, next!" The large man pointed at the white-haired one: "Hurry up!"

Su Ming'an was still pondering, glancing at the items randomly assigned to him:

...

[Player (Su Liujin)]

[Ability: War God Dragon King Narration (Excluded Level)]

[Item: Book]

[Survival resources: Bread*1, Mineral Water*1]

[(Abilities are randomly assigned, with an order from high to low as: SS-level, S-level, A-level, B-level, C-level, D-level. Excluded Level means the ability level cannot be determined, with extremely high upper and lower limits.)]

[(Please note, items and survival resources cannot be returned once taken out; they can only be carried on person.)]

...

Su Ming'an looked at the item assigned to him, merely a book, completely harmless. The survival resources were just ordinary bread and mineral water. But... what kind of ability is this?

He noticed a switch next to the ability and, with a slight shift in his gaze, he activated this ability.

"I'm asking you a question! White-haired one!" The large man pointed his hammer at Su Ming'an, threatening viciously: "Speak! Or I'll eat you!"

At this moment, Su Ming'an suddenly heard a voice.

...

[Damn it! This large man actually dares to threaten me!]

[My mind is engulfed in rage; how dare such a little garbage challenge you, Liu? Damn it! I should give him a punch to release my inner anger!]

...

[You can choose "throw a punch", please roll the dice.]

[Required Points: 10 points (Points > 10 points, punch succeeds. Points

...

Su Ming'an suddenly understood.

This "War God Dragon King Narration" should be considered a clue-type ability that can help the player make decisions. If the player themselves lacks combat power, they can use dice rolls to compete with others.

However, does he need to roll dice to throw a punch? Not at all.

Facing the swinging hammer, Su Ming'an raised a finger.

"Poof."

The hammer touching Su Ming'an's finger emitted a strange melting sound. Followed by the hammer stiffening in the large man's hand, no matter how much he blushed and pressed down, it wouldn't budge.

Using just one finger, Su Ming'an stopped the gigantic hammer, his demeanor as relaxed as if blocking a feather, and his other hand remained behind his back.

The other four looked on in surprise, their eyes full of astonishment and awe.

"You... your ability is [Limitless Strength]?" The large man flushed, staring incredulously at Su Ming'an. Only this ability could explain it.

"..." Su Ming'an was too lazy to speak, moving his finger, transmitting a mighty force through the hammer—

"Boom—!"

The large man was pushed out by this force, flying like a pendulum, with a loud bang, nearly embedded in the wall. Dust and small stone fragments fell.

Looking at the large man on the wall, almost without breath, the people fell silent.

Su Ming'an paid them no heed and walked straight to the iron bars, with a "click" sound, unlocked the door, and left.

He heard whispered discussions behind him:

"The true person doesn't reveal his appearance... what a pity, he probably doesn't want to team up with us and left alone."

"That big guy isn't dead yet, should we kill him... if he wakes up, he's sure to resent us."

"Kill, kill someone...?"

"For our future safety, we must kill him. This is self-defense, not harming others, don't have too much psychological burden..."

The voices gradually faded away.

Su Ming'an walked in the dark and deep corridor. There were cells on both sides. Each cell held 5-8 people, it seemed the players' starting point was here.

Some cell doors had already been opened. Some cell doors were still tightly locked, the people inside were either fighting each other or at a loss.

When Su Ming'an passed by, he heard calls for help from some cell doors, along with a strong smell of blood. It seemed the big guy was already considered "mild", at least he didn't resort to murder. For some of these people, teammates were simply unimportant, only consuming them maximizes their benefits.

"Anjiang, are there enough cells for so many participants in the Disciple Game?" The voice of Du came from his wrist.

"The cells should be arranged in a circular formation, with hundreds of cells in a vertical column for each of the 360 degrees, totaling six digits of cells. Multiply that by the number of people per cell and you get seven digits worth of participants." Su Ming'an pondered, "If the degrees were reduced a bit, it would be enough. After all, the game doesn't abide by reality."

At this moment, he saw light in the distance, nearing the end of the corridor.

A few steps later, he stood under the night sky. Surrounding him were dilapidated skyscrapers, unfinished buildings, cracked roads, and broken traffic lights, street lamps, electric poles, and so on. Everywhere one looked, there were scattered steel bars, wrecked cars, and dried blood, a scene of apocalypse.

The moon was bright and stars were sparse, the night hung low, around a thousand people sparsely stood outside. Some leaned against stones, some stood on one leg on electric poles, some crouched on eaves. The dim lights elongated their shadows.

When Su Ming'an emerged, there were at least a thousand glances sweeping over him, seemingly scrutinizing him.

"...The 6725th one to come out."

"Looks quite weak."

Su Ming'an heard the murmurs.

It seemed these people's actions were relatively fast; they quickly unlocked and came out. Most of them wielded weapons — daggers, sticks, swords, knives, even handguns and submachine guns. Some people carried multiple weapons on their backs, probably taken from slain teammates.

...

[You have entered the waiting area, please wait for the arrival of 1 a.m.]

[No injuries are allowed in this area, please wait patiently.]

...

Su Ming'an checked the time, it was now twelve thirty-six. It seemed that any participant not out of the cell by 1 a.m. would be eliminated.

He found a quiet corner, sat on a rock, and waited.

"... Jellyfish, what are you doing?" At this moment, a voice came from beside his ear.

Su Ming'an turned his head and could vaguely see a colorful phantom shadow.

"... Kasadia, you really have nothing better to do, huh?" Su Ming'an said. He had never once used the "Fun Demon's Poison Wine Dress" this prop, and yet Kasadia had come here repeatedly on his own.

"I'm just here to deliver information to you, aren't I?" Kasadia's voice always ended on a rising note, "Don't you want to know which players are present? You can't tell who they are."

Su Ming'an's tone softened instantly, "Speak."

Kasadia's rainbow color pointed, and Su Ming'an saw a woman with a black long ponytail, her head topped with white sheep horns, the long horns resembling bones. She was surrounded by several half-demons.

"Mizushima Kawa Sora." Kasadia accurately called out her identity, "Taotie."

The rainbow moved to point at a red-haired girl, sitting on the balcony of an unfinished building, swinging her legs. Her pupils were vertical, slightly red.

"Zhao Yuan," Kasadia said, "Insect Race."

The rainbow moved again, pointing at a man with fox ears. The man smiled at the men and women around him, his face marked with claw-like red traces.

"Yi Song," Kasadia said, "Nine Tails Fox."

"Ah..." Su Ming'an felt a sense of predictability. This race was quite... fitting.

The rainbow moved again, a Celestial Clan with pure white wings and a compassionate expression was praying with closed eyes.

"Boris," Kasadia said, "Celestial Clan."

Following Kasadia's indication, Su Ming'an recognized many players. Some were familiar to him, and many were strangers.

Emitting a fragrance, with eyes flowing blue light from the Drinking clan, Rimu Sheng.

Front-ranked player known as the "Heavenly Descent's Sacred Judgment", pursuing the sun from the Tengu clan, Anthony.

A Witch Monster with half-demons' wings, dragging octopus tentacles, Anger.

And many peculiar, unfamiliar players...

"Those I pointed out earlier are all relatively dangerous races." Kasadia's rainbow color surged like multicolored jelly, instantly shifting from Su Ming'an's right side to his left side, "...Don't get close to them, even as teammates."

"Thank you, you're really nice." Su Ming'an received the information and praised perfunctorily. Although he didn't think so inwardly.

...

[NPC (Fun Demon·Kasadia) Favorability: 70-5!]

[Current favorability evaluation: Quite Interested]

...

Kasadia let out a sharp laugh and quickly left.

Su Ming'an didn't bother to figure out the Lezi person's favorability, he sat in place, continuing to observe.

"Wow~" Suddenly, a lively voice was heard.

A blue-haired boy entered the area. He wore a frost-like robe, his hexagonal earrings swaying, gazing at the sky with surprise and delight, "Such real scenes~ Have we really crossed into the Otherworld to play games~ It's amazing~"

The others listened, showing speechless expressions. A young man with yellow hair sneered, "A child is a child, so naive, actually thinking this is just playing around."

Upon hearing this, the blue-haired boy looked at the yellow-haired young man, his pure smile became even brighter, "This yellow-haired big brother is also very handsome~"

The yellow-haired young man was startled, then coldly laughed, "Trying to please me? Even if you do..."

The blue-haired boy's smile grew even bigger, "Yellow-haired big brother will surely look even better when gutted~ I'm looking forward to it~"

"You... you!" The yellow-haired young man angrily stood up, but the blue-haired boy stuck out his tongue, hopping past him, looking as if he knew the rule against violence here.

Su Ming'an propped his chin as he watched. People streamed continuously into the area, and the crowd grew larger.

"...What are you doing squatting in the corner?" Suddenly, a gentle voice was heard.

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