Translator: AnubisTL
Dozens of members from Overlord of the World stood poised at the starting white line, arranged in rows ready to advance in a sweeping assault.
But just then—
They suddenly saw the opposing overseer step into a crude-looking device.
The contraption resembled something a child might have sculpted from clay, consisting of a frame above and another below.
The overseer stood firmly secured within the device's center, his body locked in place.
Before they could react,
They heard the roar of an engine suddenly erupt!
The device began to spin rapidly.
The overseer at its core rotated with it, whirling at a dizzying rate of two or three revolutions per second.
"Ohohohoho!!!"
Wang Defa, strapped into the machine's center, spun wildly, his face alight with manic glee.
With each rotation, he caught a glimpse of the players behind him—an incredibly convenient setup!
Wang Defa, clearly excited, kept shouting, "Don't move! I see you moving!"
"You, you, you—that chubby kid! Are you moving?"
"Why aren't you moving anymore?"
"Two hours max! Exceed that, and you're all dead!"
He soon discovered something amusing.
By controlling his blinking frequency to match the rotation speed of the device, he could filter out everything but the Overlord of the World players.
Perfect.
Wang Defa nodded in satisfaction and began manually frame-interpolating, adjusting his blinking to maintain focus solely on the Overlord of the World players.
In this state, the Overlord of the World players were effectively trapped in a death cell.
"How's it looking, Brother Jiang?" Scar Dog asked, beaming proudly at the spinning device. "This is science, man!"
"Science is the ultimate productive force!"
"We must trust in science!"
"Combined with Wang Defa's physical capabilities, this device delivers a flawless dimensional strike against the Overlord of the World Team!"
"Impressive," Chen Jiang nodded approvingly before pointing to the roaring engine beside them. "So, where did this engine come from?"
"Uh, Brother Jiang, I noticed we haven't been using the armored vehicle much lately. It seemed a waste to just let it sit there, so I thought I'd put it to good use and dismantled the engine."
"You dismantled an engine right before entering the competition?"
"No, I'd already taken it apart ages ago. I just kept it stored in my space bracelet until now."
"Wait a minute—"
Chen Jiang suddenly fell silent, his expression hardening. After a moment, he asked, "I remember you were holding a blueprint when you entered the competition. Was that blueprint for this engine?"
"Heh heh..." Scar Dog chuckled sheepishly, his eyes darting around. "Brother Jiang, you really know how to read people. You saw right through me!"
"I have to admit, Scar Dog, you're a true prodigy."
"Working as a waiter on Blue Star was a waste of your talents."
"Don't flatter me," Scar Dog said solemnly. "I, Scar Dog, have only this meager talent, and I've displayed it all in the Ten Thousand Races Arena. Besides, the heavens bestowed this little talent upon me precisely to highlight your greater brilliance, Brother Jiang, didn't they?"
"After all, without K2, no one would truly grasp the sheer magnitude of Mount Everest, right?"
"..."
"Your incessant chatter is really begging for a punch."
"Heh heh."
Scar Dog grinned, pulling a camera from his pocket. "Come on, Brother Jiang, let's take a photo. The album you gave me can hold 1,024 pictures, and it's nowhere near full yet. I plan to fill it up before my wedding."
"Let's take a group photo with the Overlord of the World Team as the backdrop."
"This event has been quite interesting, after all. It'll make a good memento."
"Sigh."
Chen Jiang reluctantly straightened his hard-brimmed felt hat and adjusted his collar before saying, "You really need to curb this obsession with taking pictures."
"Why should I?"
Scar Dog, adjusting his camera angle, casually remarked, "Humans are defined by their passions. Without any, they're gods, not people."
"And gods know no joy."
"Smile! Eggplant!"
A fresh photo was quickly snapped.
"Hmm, not bad," Scar Dog said, pleased. He pulled out a photo album from his chest pocket, slipped the new print inside, closed the album, and tucked it back into his pocket.
He hadn't written a caption for the photo yet.
With so many people around, he couldn't do it here.
He'd wait until after the event, when he could sit down and write it properly.
Chen Jiang glanced at Scar Dog, shaking his head with a wry smile. He didn't say anything further, instead turning his gaze toward the Overlord of the World Team members standing nearby.
All they could do now was wait patiently.
Just then—
Boom!
An Overlord of the World player accidentally moved, and Wang Defa spotted him instantly. The player exploded in mid-air!
"Ohohoho!!" Wang Defa raised a finger triumphantly, shouting, "First one down! Now, let's see which lucky soul will be next!"
There was no denying it: Wang Defa was having the time of his life.
This event felt tailor-made for him.
Not only did it allow him to disregard the limitations of his innate ability, but it also provided him with ample opportunities to showcase his skills.
He was having an absolute blast!
After wandering alone in the wilderness for over three months, he had long since lost his temper.
While Wang Defa was gleefully playing ahead, Zhao Ritian, standing behind him, leaned closer to Scar Dog and whispered curiously, "Scar Dog, why did you say earlier that gods have no joy?"
"Well..." Scar Dog paused, clicking his tongue. "That's a complex concept. Just know it was said by a great philosopher."
"Which philosopher?"
"The Scar Dog Philosopher."
"..."
Meanwhile, the audience in the stands stared at the scene below, utterly dumbfounded.
"What the hell? You can play Red Light, Green Light like that?"
"Is this cheating? Can someone explain?"
"I'm not sure, but I remember this squad. They're the ones who smashed the pancake in the first level. Now it seems like none of them are normal!"
"Aren't there any referees? Does this event really have no referees at all? Is this kind of behavior even allowed?"
"Exactly! At this rate, the Overlord of the World Team might as well just wait to die!"
In truth, what they were saying wasn't wrong.
At that moment, every member of the Overlord of the World Team wore a deathly pale expression.
The rapidly spinning device ahead gave them no chance to move at all!
Initially, they had pinned their hopes on the overseer passing out after a few minutes of spinning. After all, no normal person—not even a specially trained astronaut—could withstand such a high-speed rotation for long!
But the man showed no signs of fainting.
Instead, his increasingly excited shouts suggested he was growing even more exhilarated!
Thus, they were forced to shift their hopes to the damned machine running out of energy and shutting down!
Fuck!
What the hell is this?!
Why does Red Light, Green Light require waiting for the energy to run out?!
Is this even the intended gameplay?!
Ever since the first round's high platform tug-of-war, the entire game had completely deviated from its original mechanics!
Fuck!
The Overlord of the World Team members couldn't help but curse inwardly once more.
After all, cursing aloud would only result in bleeding from all seven orifices—a fate no one could endure.
For a moment, they were at a loss, forced to stand motionless, their hearts churning with anxiety, impatience, and frustration as they desperately tried to figure out their next move.
"Boss,"
In the stands, the bearded man gazed at the scene before him with a peculiar expression. Turning to the younger man beside him, he asked, "Tell me honestly, did you anticipate this outcome?"
"To be honest, yes," the younger man paused before continuing, "Yes, by the hairy balls of his grandmother!"
"No sane person could have conceived such a maneuver. I don't know which one of those lunatics came up with it, but they're clearly out of their mind!"
"And what's the worst part?"
"The worst part is that the device was custom-built for that overseer. Every component fits together perfectly."
"What does that imply?"
"It means they've had this thing ready for ages, just casually wheeling it around the Ten Thousand Races Arena for kicks. Then, during this event, they suddenly realized, 'Hey, this thing might actually work!' and pulled it out."
"Think about it—who builds a custom device specifically to mess around in the Ten Thousand Races Arena? What kind of person does that?"
"I'd bet my ass they're completely batshit crazy!"
He spoke with a mix of frustration and indignation, mainly because nearly every guess he'd made about the human squad below had been completely wrong.
No, not just wrong—utterly opposite, diametrically opposed to reality.
This made him feel truly humiliated.
Soon, two hours would be up.
With less than twenty minutes remaining, the Overlord of the World Team had already lost a staggering fourteen members in the past two hours!
Only a few pale-faced survivors remained, desperately clinging to their positions.
But as time ticked away, even they were reaching their breaking point.
Even standing perfectly still, their legs ached, their feet were numb, and their bodies threatened to collapse.
After all, how else could those fourteen have died?
Had they been discovered trying to break through?
Don't be ridiculous. In this situation, who could possibly break through? Who would even dare to try?
The truth was, each of those fourteen had died because their legs had grown numb, causing them to stumble slightly. That tiny movement had been precisely caught by the overseer's ever-rotating gaze.
The result? Blood gushing from all seven orifices.
Honestly, it was infuriating.
Truly infuriating.
They had given it their all, but the overseer wouldn't even grant them a moment to shift their weight!
They couldn't hold on any longer!
This was certain death!
But then!
The middle-aged man, the Overlord of the World, his face twisted in a ferocious grimace, growled out each word: "We're going to die anyway! Let's fight them! On the count of three, draw your guns!"
"Even if we die!"
"I'll drag them down with us!"
After observing the overseer for so long, he had finally figured out the frequency of its head turns. But the window was too short—barely enough time to shout a single sentence!
The next moment—
"1!"
"2!"
"3!"
"FIRE!!!"
A hail of bullets erupted, hurtling toward Chen Jiang and his group.
But not a single one struck its target.
The Overlord of the World Team had been too slow, giving Chen Jiang and his group ample time to react.
As the enemy squad fumbled for their rifles, Scar Dog crushed several energy blocks, summoning the phantom gate. The bullets slammed into the gate, vanishing into its depths.
It had to be said: in certain respects, the phantom gate was an absolute defense.
Meanwhile—
A notification panel popped up before Chen Jiang.
[Ding! The Overlord of the World Team has initiated an attack against you. You have three seconds to choose between retaliating or invoking Heavenly Punishment!]
"Hmm?"
Chen Jiang raised an eyebrow slightly, choosing to retaliate without hesitation. With a casual wave of his hand, a heavy object crashed onto the football field with a resounding thud.
A massive turret, its barrel stretching a full 20 meters, materialized on the field, its 10-meter-wide muzzle slowly aiming at Overlord of the World and his group.
Red patterns on the barrel began to glow faintly.
"Don't blame me for this," Chen Jiang said calmly, leaning on his cane as he gazed at Overlord of the World's group nearby. A faint smile curved his lips. "You fired the first shot."
(End of the Chapter)
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