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Chapter 434 - 431: “Place Your Bets, Waiting for You to Play.”

Chapter 434: Chapter 431: “Place Your Bets, Waiting for You to Play.”

This was also his typical caution.

After all, in the World Forum’s "Unlucky Share Zone," there were no shortage of people who had impulsively spent all their points, only to find they couldn’t even afford the 10 points to initialize the instance with a translation of the language, spending the entire instance in a stupor and failing to communicate clearly with the NPCs.

The scene was truly one that brings tears to those who hear of it and sorrow to those who see it.

After getting everything ready, Su Ming’an opened the World Forum.

The World Forum’s birthday wishes were gradually fading, and the homepage was now filled with a series of blessings such as "Happy New Year" and "Congratulations 2022."

In the upper right corner of the forum was a bright red "Eighth World Countdown," displaying 12 hours and 18 minutes.

Above the forum, the countdown clock icon was constantly spinning, with blood-red colors intertwining between the hour and second hands, making it slightly dizzying to look at.

The betting pool before the pinnacle competition had indeed opened here as expected.

A bright red banner floated in the most conspicuous place in the forum:

[Top Players, Compete on the Same Stage! Place Your Bets, Come and Play!]

"...They didn’t even change the slogan."

Su Ming’an remembered that this was the same slogan the forum had before the start of the Fourth World.

The organizers had become lazy enough not to bother crafting a new one.

This time, the Eighth World had a total of one hundred participants.

As the progress of the World Games continued, the standing water at the front of the leaderboard was also decreasing.

Many dark horses emerged, taking the places of former players, while some familiar faces gradually died in the instances, some even disappearing without a trace.

Old faces sank and new ones rose, like a fleeting glimpse, all of which was normal.

Su Ming’an clicked on the betting interface, and a whole hundred players’ avatars and descriptions all "whooshed" into view right before him.

All players who were not able to participate in the pinnacle competition could choose one of the hundred to place their bets on, guessing who would be the last one standing.

The organizers had already declared in the betting rules—among the one hundred participants in the Eighth World, there would only be one winner.

There would not be situations like in the Fourth World, with divisions of factions and multiple people winning simultaneously.

This made the betting situation even more complicated and unpredictable.

Su Ming’an unsurprisingly saw his own avatar in the first position, his odds indeed the lowest.

[Player·Su Ming’an (Odds 1:1)]

[Combat Power: 2335]

[Honor: "Number One Player," perfect pass with SSS ranking in the previous seven worlds, first in Second Rank, Third Rank, and Fourth Rank, the beloved Ruler of Boss Rabbit.]

[Number of Bets: 71,983,972]

"..."

Even Su Ming’an was stunned by this number.

An odds of one to one, absolutely no profit to be made, and it could even result in a loss after deducting the handling fee — what were these people betting on?

Even though each person could only bet on one player, there were still over seven hundred million people placing their bets on him.

...Do these seven hundred million people really trust themselves that much?

Or do they think that betting on anyone else is a loss, and they might as well make a symbolic bet on themselves to show their attitude?

After all, this is a competitive event of one hundred people where ultimately only one winner will exist, and it wouldn’t be strange for someone to meet with an accident in the gutter. Even Noel, someone who generally enjoys the thrill, had tension in his heart, yet these betting audiences seem so certain of his victory.

...Perhaps, this is the result of the progress he’s made along the way.

It was his actions, his numerous victories, his declarations and theories, his confidence in the path ahead that had earned these people’s trust.

Su Ming’an glanced at the person with the second-highest odds, surprisingly not Noel nor the old acquaintance Edward, but a woman named Isabella.

This woman had long curly brown hair and beautiful blue eyes, and in the photo, one could see her mechanical hand.

By appearance, she seemed to be a knowledgeable and calm lady with an air of a Western female scientist.

He had seen her name around the thirty-something rank on the leaderboard, but he had never expected her to become a dark horse in terms of betting odds.

However, betting odds do not directly represent combat power, perhaps due to her extraordinary survival ability, she instilled confidence in the audience, which made her odds very low.

Su Ming’an had reviewed the profiles of every top-listed player, and Isabella’s route seemed to be... bionics and mechanical hand. Her bionic technology gave her a body that was hard to kill, while her mechanical hand compensated for her combat power. It appeared she received a hidden reward in the Second World’s White City instance, which helped her occupation evolve.

Su Ming’an stopped looking at Isabella and instead confirmed the list of participants for the Eighth World.

He found that the betting board listed only ninety-nine people.

The player previously ranked one hundredth, Crosso, tragically hadn’t been counted.

So... as expected, it was Su Rin, that special player who wasn’t included in the leaderboard rankings, who had taken Crosso’s place.

For Su Ming’an, Su Rin’s participation was good news.

At the least, before the final showdown, Su Rin would definitely be a helping hand, able to clear out those other top-listed players for him.

Su Ming’an was well aware that as the Number One Player, and with the big birthday celebration just the day before the start of the Eighth World, he would certainly not lack the attention of those targeting him once the instance began.

In a pinnacle competitive world, where Perfect Pass counts are not considered and death does not erase one’s strength, it’s common knowledge. The Fourth World’s Werewolf Killing Game was the same.

Therefore, struggling for victory, killing others, setting conspiracies and traps is not something shameful.

In a pinnacle competition world, there is no cost to failure, no moral blackmail to tie one down, and it doesn’t affect the overall points; all participants are fighting for a pure "victory".

Under such scrutiny, he wouldn’t let his guard down.

...

In the remaining time, apart from checking strategy posts, Su Ming’an also made another trip out with his privacy cloak of Black Mist, to check the situation on the streets.

In the past, during the pinnacle competitiveness of the Fourth World’s Werewolf Killing Game, the audience could only choose to watch the live broadcast of one player, and they couldn’t switch to another player’s broadcast until the end of the world, with communication between them being blocked.

But this time, that restriction was removed.

This also caused a crowd-gathering atmosphere to arise on the streets, where regardless of who you supported, everyone could come together to watch without having to settle for a particular player’s venue. Because the screens were erected, there were a hundred of them.

In teahouses, restaurants, card rooms, parks, and even cinemas and other places, crowds gathered to watch the live broadcasts.

Su Ming’an stood quietly beside a tea house for a while.

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