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Chapter 435: Chapter 432: "I prophesy that Lü Dog dies young.

At this moment, a massive screen stood at the front of the hall. People gathered around it as if they were watching the World Cup—drinking, cracking sunflower seeds, playing board games, and rolling dice. The place buzzed with activity.

The screen was split into a hundred smaller screens, and when the event started, it could display the live feed of all one hundred players simultaneously. At crucial moments, it was also possible to manually enlarge the image of any player, which was very convenient.

On the adjacent wall, there was a massive red countdown timer for the start of the Eighth World.

This large crowd was ready to pull an all-nighter, eagerly awaiting the grand opening of the Eighth World.

"Boss, add another dish—"

"Xiao Zhi, who are you rooting for? I like Sister Lin Yin!"

"Dude, get real, Lin Yin didn’t make the top hundred, she’s not even in the contestant list. Could you flip through the full list before coming to drink?"

"How come it’s still hours away from starting? I’m dying here; I wish it would start right now..."

"Don’t rush, who knows how many days this world will last? When it starts, you won’t even have time to sleep. You’d better catch some shut-eye now, otherwise, you might miss a lot of the action once it begins, and we’re talking about the world’s top hundred players here..."

"Betting, hey! Why did you all bet on Su Ming’an? I won’t make any money at this rate..."

"Betting against him is a loss. I don’t believe anyone else could come out on top."

"Wow, you’re pretty confident, huh? Then I’ll back Noel. The guy’s always been shrouded in mystery. He doesn’t seem too hot, not too cold, but who knows, he might pull off a surprising win."

"The rules of the betting say that there’s only one winner, I thought it was going to be a faction-based system... This is so thrilling! Now it’s going to be hard to even form basic alliances; everyone could be an enemy, and even partners need to be watched."

"Hey, what do you think we should do if the one who emerges victorious in the end isn’t Su Ming’an?"

"The Number One Player will be replaced, obviously. If ’Number One’ can’t make it to the very end, can they still be called ’Number One’?"

"Replace him? That’s unlikely, they won’t lose their strength, and losing doesn’t really matter, it’s only a bit embarrassing. After all, this instance can’t be easy, even for Su Ming’an. Capsizing in the gutter is a possibility. But if the Number One Player fails, definitely their influence will be affected. It seems their title as ’Number One’ might not hold much weight anymore."

"Tsk tsk, what a jinx. Don’t curse my favorite Number One Player."

"Indeed, this is the Dragon Country region. Barely anyone here doesn’t support Su Ming’an. Be careful, or some die-hard Lighthouse fans might plaster you against the wall, and you won’t peel off easily."

"Err, then I predict Lv Dog will die early."

"Best not say that either, there are quite a few fans of Lv Shu around."

"Then, may I predict Edward dies early?"

"That’s acceptable."

The chatter of the crowd continued without stop.

A mix of voices, men and women, young and old, formed a torrent that poured into the ears of the listeners.

At this moment, no matter where, everyone indulged in this lively atmosphere. Different kinds of analysis, praise, criticism, and debates flourished, with many passionately arguing for their viewpoints.

Around, posters of supported players were hung at the entrance of every store.

Multicolored flags fluttered in the breeze along the streets.

Many even donned supporter garb and gathered in front of the screens, inviting friends to join in.

Rows of strategy books and player information pamphlets were laid out next to the stores, available for anyone to pick up and browse through.

Compared to the Fourth World, the viewing setup now was more refined, more atmospheric, reminiscent of the eve of the World Cup finals on Zhai Xing in the past.

With the New Year just around the corner, everyone was still enveloped in the festive mood, and the atmosphere was one of peaceful excitement.

It seemed like everyone naturally granted themselves a holiday.

Even the Adventurer Players seemed to have received a long holiday, legitimately excused from the field to watch the top players compete.

Su Ming’an even spotted a group of young fans wearing supporter T-shirts emblazoned with "Number One Player, the world’s greatest!" waving Lighthouse banners as they staked out a big patch of the park’s viewing area.

Shrouded in privacy-invoking Black Mist, Su Ming’an stood at the edge of the park and watched this group waving their banners run past him.

"Number One Player, the world’s greatest!" the leading youth shouted into a megaphone. His voice thundered like a storm, startling Su Ming’an.

The moment the youth yelled out, the people around joined in, shouting until their faces turned red and their necks thickened.

"Number One Player, the world’s greatest!"

"—Su Ming’an is awesome! Crush Edward! Crush Mizushima!"

"Number One Player is awesome!"

Their impassioned roars, resembling thunder, echoed across the crowded park viewing area.

The spectators nearby showed understanding smiles; they seemed to enjoy the fervor as well.

After firing up the atmosphere, the group quickly settled down, pulling out tents, food, and other items as if they planned to stay until the live broadcast ended.

Many viewers followed suit, bringing out blankets and other items, prepping for a ’prolonged battle.’

After their enthusiastic shouting, the young and mature faces alike turned bright red.

The Lighthouse flag, embroidered with its symbol, billowed in the chilly winter wind.

The red and yellow fabric unfurled, resembling blazing flames, tinting the air with intense heat.

Outside the park entrance, Su Ming’an watched the lively crowd, looking at their faces brimming with anticipation and confidence.

He heard their confident shouts for him and saw the blood-red banner unfurl before his eyes.

He turned around and left.

He returned to his personal space.

Shortly after, he received a message from Noel.

Noel said that although there would only be one winner in the Eighth World, they could still be trusted allies until the final stage.

"I’ll help you, trust me," Noel said.

While Su Ming’an acknowledged Noel’s words verbally, he remained vigilant in his heart.

Noel’s demeanor the day before demonstrated strong Affinity.

Well-planned itineraries, friendly interactions that closed distances, sunny and radiant smiles... and a demeanor that made people let down their guard without even realizing it.

Even Lin Yin, who had been somewhat on guard against Noel, had let down her defenses after the day passed. She was clearly on Lv Shu’s side, but after the day’s events, she’d started to communicate more with Noel.

Noel had the ability to regard everyone around him as "comrades."

This had gone beyond his charm and temperament and seemed more like a "superpower."

...It was terrifying.

"Ding dong!"

A crisp notification sounded.

Su Ming’an looked up and saw a simple message on the friend communication interface.

...

[Lin Yin: Keep it up.]

It was a message from Lin Yin.

She hadn’t made it into the top hundred in the rankings and couldn’t participate in the competition in the Eighth World.

...

"Ding dong!"

[Lin Yin: I will support you from beyond the screen.]

...

Su Ming’an’s fingers moved slightly.

[Su Ming’an: Okay.]

...

"Ding dong!"

[Lin Yin: You will win.]

...

After typing a line, Su Ming’an closed the interface.

...

[Su Ming’an: Of course.]

He was thinking.

If it really came down to the final stages of the Eighth World, if it were just him, Noel and a few others like Lv Shu left.

Facing the sole victor’s seat.

...What actions would they take?

...

...

[2022/01/01, 23:59]

"Ding dong!"

[Rest time is over—dear players, welcome back to World Game!]

[Eighth World: ? World. The top hundred players compete on the same stage!]

[Participating Players: 100 people!]

[In the Eighth World, private messaging will be disabled for the hundred players, and no messages can be sent to friends.]

[During the competition, any bullet screen comments related to identity clues will be automatically filtered, and bullet screen comments are not allowed to reveal any information.]

[Since players are entering the game for the eighth time, they will no longer automatically learn the common language of communication. Deducting 10 points automatically to learn the common language of the Eighth World!]

[—The World begins!]

It was now midnight.

The streets were still brightly lit, people gathering in various places, making the streets seem like daylight.

In his personal space, a beam of white light enveloped Su Ming’an, fully prepared for transport.

As he was about to be transported, his brows furrowed slightly.

He had detected a hint of abnormal energy fluctuation.

...

...

Around the world.

On the viewers’ screens, a full hundred live streaming interfaces lit up simultaneously.

"It’s starting, it’s starting!" People were exclaiming excitedly.

At the moment when the screens illuminated together, their hearts skipped a beat, and their emotions surged.

"Hey, wait a second..." said someone caught up in excitement, noticing something amiss:

"Why is one person’s live streaming interface black...?"

People widened their eyes.

Among the hundred players, not everyone had their livestreams on, but the interface of those not streaming should be a fuzzy gray, not pitch black.

In front of them, out of a hundred interfaces, ninety-nine lit up.

But one screen remained a pure black color, as if the signal had been cut off.

That blacked-out streaming interface,

sat in the first column of a hundred people, in the very first spot.

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