Chapter 6: The "Wall" with Life Points

When the instructor shouted: "Start!"

As I sleepily walked out of the room, I saw that those passing by were all robust men, some of whom clearly did not appear to be of Asian descent, their body hair almost thicker than my own hair.

Upon hearing the instructor's words, my heart suddenly twitched with a jolt.

A powerful fist struck my face with ferocity, and then I flew horizontally for more than ten meters as if riding on clouds, crashing hard against the wall. When I was hit in the head, I didn't feel any pain at all; the pain only became clear a moment later, and that sensation, which I had never experienced before, made me feel as if I were doomed

Murder!

I also endured the intense pain on my face, found a wall, and leaned against it in an attempt to recover my strength

As soon as the golden shroud touched the body of that unfortunate soul, it immediately sprouted numerous fine tendrils, which then voraciously began to devour flesh and blood. Strangely enough, with each morsel of flesh consumed by the golden shroud, I felt an increase in my own strength. Even my disfigured features, which had been reduced to a messy, muddy state, slowly yet resolutely began to recover.

My face was completely shattered, my nose, teeth, and jaw were all smashed into a pulp. If there were no accidents, I should have struggled for a moment and then breathed my last. However, by a stroke of misfortune, another unfortunate soul was also violently hurled over.

The golden shroud wrapped around my wrist sensed the scent of blood and silently extended outward

The golden shroud was quietly retrieved, and I covered my face, struggling to stand up. Although some people noticed that I was still alive, no one intervened.

I want to take revenge, and I have thought about killing, but I am not yet prepared to commit murder

The instructor's words soon echoed in our ears. He smiled and said, "The wall you are facing will have its own health points, and that number is 10,000..." As he spoke, the wall in front of me lit up, and the Arabic numeral "10000" appeared on the wall.

It should have been the morning of the next day when someone knocked on my room and study door, and then the door was forcefully pulled open by someone.

Having regained enough consciousness, the sensation of pain intensified, making me feel as if I could roll on the ground in agony. Only the last shred of clarity in my mind prevented me from succumbing to this foolish impulse

I have not slept well in this dreadful place. Anyone who has lost their parents and has listened to a stranger's nonsensical talk, arriving in a completely disorienting location, would not be able to sleep soundly.

I have countless times wanted to kill Loki, but I have never felt that killing Loki is the same as killing a person. Just ten minutes of preparation is of no use to me at all; it is simply impossible to become hard-hearted and kill without hesitation in just those ten minutes.

I struck out with a powerful punch, yet the wall remained utterly unmoved, and the Arabic numeral "10000" showed no signs of change, seemingly mocking me coldly for my sheer overestimation of my own abilities

The foreigner next to me, whose body hair gleamed like gold, also threw a powerful punch, but the numbers on the wall in front of him dropped by three under the force of that fierce blow. The way he threw his punch was incomparably more formidable than that of the person I had just faced. Remembering the punch I had received to my face earlier, I couldn't help but gasp in shock. I had no doubt that this golden-haired foreigner's fist could easily shatter anyone's skull. The way he threw his punch was incomparably more formidable than that of the person I had just faced. Remembering the punch I had received to my face earlier, I couldn't help but gasp in shock. I had no doubt that this golden-haired foreigner's fist could easily shatter anyone's skull

When I followed these fierce individuals into a vast underground hall, I saw an instructor whose imposing physique exceeded all imagination, resembling an oversized mahjong tile magnified to an unimaginable extent

Damn it! Time's up!

I wanted to punch the wall without thinking. However, the intense pain in my fist made me realize that this wall might be peculiar, yet its hardness was indistinguishable from that of real stone. I had put all my strength into that punch, but that detestable number merely wobbled and showed no signs of being diminished at all

The instructor completely disregarded these individuals. Glancing at the smart tablet he had taken out at some unknown point, he coldly remarked: "You little brats are not too bad. The previous activity was merely an appetizer; now we will commence today's formal training. Today is combat training. Stand facing the wall and find your designated spots!"

Next to me is a foreigner with hair that glimmers like gold, who flashes a toothy grin at me, his white teeth resembling those of a beast. I have no time to pay him any attention; every breath I take sends pain coursing through my body, causing it to convulse. At this moment, to be distracted by anything else would indeed be a miracle.

I was already somewhat numb, and after hearing the instructor's words, I became even more numb, surprisingly having no reaction at all, just standing there for ten minutes

Hey! The break time is over, and it's time for your activities!

The way these people look at me is as if they are looking at air, and my gaze towards them is quite similar

The dead do not make a sound, yet these individuals scream with a chilling intensity akin to that of ghosts, compelling one to cover their ears, wishing never to hear such sounds again. The hysterical cries of the severely injured send a shiver through my very core, penetrating to the marrow.

In less than a minute, this place transformed into an extremely brutal battlefield, where one person was literally torn in half, and the remaining casualties each met their own tragic fate. However, even more tragic are those who are still alive but severely injured; they appear more distressing than the dead.

I had not yet had the time to ponder how such an unscientific event could occur when I heard the instructor's cold and merciless voice say: "What you need to do is reduce this 10,000 points of health to zero. As for the means you use, I do not care. Those who do not complete the task by 11:00 will not have lunch"

The instructor, dressed in an old military uniform that was so worn it was impossible to tell which country it belonged to, swept a cold, merciless glance over all those entering the underground hall. He said, "You have a carnival event today. It will start in ten minutes. Anyone who enters here can attack anyone without restriction. Once ten people are dead, the game ends! The timer starts now, so you better get your act together, or your name will surely be among the dead." Ten minutes later, anyone who enters here can attack anyone without restriction. Once ten people are dead, the game ends! The timer starts now, so you better get your act together, or your name will surely be among the dead.

I turned my head to look at the wall in front of me and the large Arabic numerals on it. Taking a deep breath of the foul air, I cleared all distractions from my mind and said fiercely to myself: "You must take revenge, do not fear becoming a devil, crush those damned numbers for me!"

What the hell is this hell on earth? These people are living, breathing devils