Chapter 67 Death Fighter
Lu Bai originally wanted to learn more about the world, but after browsing the information for more than an hour, he became more confused.
No matter how you look at the accounts after the Ice Age, they all have a bit of a weird flavor.
For example, centuries have passed since humans moved into underground cities, and the overall level of technology has not only not developed much, but has even regressed in some periods.
The mere reason that communication between dungeons is difficult is obviously a bit far-fetched.
It seems that people are suddenly not interested in developing technology, and are focused on studying the deathmatch system of unknown origin.
You know, the Deathmatch Duel thing doesn't even have an entity.
Even if this thing is indeed mysterious and worthy of study, it should not be taken seriously enough to give up scientific research.
Excluding the possibility that all administrative staff of the coalition government will be demoted, there must be sufficient reasons for doing so.
Unfortunately, Lu Bai couldn't find any clues at all.
"Have all traces on the Internet been deleted?"
Compared to the vagueness of the early days of the dungeon era, information about deathmatch duels is easy to find.
Including the currently known strength rankings of abilities at each level, how to obtain various hidden titles, an inventory of the top death fighters in major dungeons, etc...
No matter what you think of or what you can't think of, you can get the answer in the mainstream death fighter forum.
Lu Bai briefly glanced at the list of hidden titles and saw the title of [Ultimate Murderer] he owned.
But it is worth mentioning that the methods for obtaining these hidden titles are extremely demanding, and most of them are impossible even if you know how to get them.
He wandered around in this Death Fighter Forum for nearly an hour. Not to mention being particularly meticulous, at least he was out of a state of blindness.
For him, there are only two points that need to be paid attention to for the time being.
One is the talent on the personal interface, and the other is the start time of the death match.
The so-called talent does indeed refer to talent in cultivation, but there is no so-called universal skill in the real world, at least Lu Bai has not found it.
Therefore, the level of talent will not be too obvious in real life. At most, it is that compared to ordinary people, the physical coordination ability will be stronger and the person will learn things faster.
But to say that talent is useless would be completely wrong.
There are actually very few death-match duels that end in a few weeks, and there are many that take several years, or even more than ten years.
When encountering a death battle arena with a background of fantasy, fairy tales, magic, etc., a high enough talent can put you far ahead of other death battlers.
Although it is not clear how the death match system works, in the death match arena, death fighters can indeed practice like the natives.
It is not uncommon to see people who have devoted themselves to cultivation for decades and become famous all over the world.
Therefore, when Death Fight School recruits new students, it mainly looks at talent first. Those with less than five points are not even qualified for admission.
Even if you are not willing to do so, you can only act wildly.
As for the time of the death match, it will be held every thirty days after officially becoming a death match, and the match will start at twelve o'clock at noon.
Fortunately, the first three rounds of deathmatch are considered a protection period for novices, and at most they will be eliminated.
But after the fourth round, death in the Death Arena will truly result in death, and there is no way to return to the real world.
And it is no longer possible to "jump in the middle of the car".
All deathmatchers in the fourth round and above need to compete in a deathmatch at least once within a year, and participation is mandatory.
Because of this, rounds three or less, generally referred to as reserves, are not considered true death fighters.
And with the death rate so high, why do countless people still choose to become death fighters?
Mainly relying on the strong promotion of the coalition government.
Including but not limited to, giving death fighters a respected social status, providing a large number of welfare benefits, and never deducting relatives' pensions in the event of death, etc... All of this is a fatal temptation for the people at the bottom who lack a way to rise.
It is no exaggeration to say that if your talent is not high, you will have to rely on connections to get yourself killed.
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"But the question is, what's the reason?"
Lu Bai rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
He found no information about this in the forums, and had no idea what the coalition could gain from a deadly duel.
The more you learn, the more confusion you get.
Fortunately, he is not in a hurry. Anyway, he has plenty of time to understand slowly.
"Brother, why do you like playing with your phone so much now?" Lu Qingyan was so bored that he started to squirm on the sofa.
He actually didn't expect Lu Bai to reply.
After all, after he was fished out of the river, he had been in a state of confusion and couldn't answer any questions.
When Lu Bai looked over, the little boy had already turned his body so that his two short legs were resting on the back of the sofa.
Being able to be quiet for so long is actually pretty good for a kid.
Lu Bai wasn't sure how his predecessor got along with his younger siblings, so he immediately asked, "Have you seen my diary?"
"Where do you have a diary? Who would be a serious person to write a diary?"
Lu Qingyan rolled his eyes, and after a few seconds, he suddenly reacted, with a look of shock on his face: "Brother, are you back to normal?!"
Although Lu Bai was a little disappointed that his predecessor did not leave a diary, he didn't take it too seriously.
Even worse, there is the excuse of a drastic change in temperament after escaping death.
Lu Bai smiled and said: "There are still many things that I can't remember."
"That's great. You don't know how worried I and I are about you."
Speaking of this, a hint of slyness flashed across the little boy's baby-fat face, and he turned to say, "Why don't we go out to eat something delicious to celebrate? How about going to that newly opened fried chicken restaurant?"
Lu Bai happened to be a little hungry too, so he nodded immediately.
"That's fine."
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Coming out of the building, the dense gray-black tall buildings on both sides of the road are a bit suffocating.
It's not as chaotic as the Kowloon Walled City. On the contrary, all the buildings are very orderly and row upon row.
The distance between buildings is only three or four meters, but the building height is almost fifty stories or above. From a distance, it looks like rows of huge coffins coming towards you.
Lu Bai raised his head and looked up. Through the gap between the buildings, he could see that the sky simulated by the holographic canopy gradually became dim, indicating that it was already evening.
Putting aside the small living space per person, the coalition government is really trying to create a real city.
The road was full of pedestrians, and although it was not crowded, it was not empty at all.
Paired with the loud music played in the shop, people can feel a bit of fireworks in this steel jungle.
Seeing that there were many people, Lu Qingyan naturally stretched out his little hand to hold Lu Bai: "Brother, go this way."
(End of chapter)