Chapter 1693 Giving Up on Himself
Chapter 1693: Giving Up on Himself Chapter 1693: Giving Up on Himself Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation It was an order from the race headquarters—a special one.
The white-robed youth was no fool. He had overheard part of the battle at the Meteor Sea. The five lords were about to return!
“Master, where are you?” he murmured softly. His master was his teacher, someone like a teacher and a father to him.
The white-robed youth was Cree Mackey, the inspector sent by the headquarters. His master was one of the five lords. If he hadn’t been severely injured back then, his achievements would have surely placed him higher than a mere stellar realm inspector. His cultivation level would definitely not be limited to just the spirit body realm!
His cultivation had stagnated for nearly thirty thousand years.
“Inspector Mackey, are you going to announce the rules of the competition?” Hardin Dolan asked.
“I’ll let you handle it,” Cree replied, shaking his head lightly. He wasn’t in the mood to preside over such matters.
Hardin and the others dared not object. The inspector of the Northern Stellar Realm was the most distinguished among the inspectors of the major stellar realms. In other words, his connections and background were the most formidable.
Rumor had it that Cree was connected to the five lords of the past. Moreover, the various chiefs of the race would occasionally consult him. Someone who could directly contact the chiefs deserved great respect.
Hardin knew the rumors were true. The relationship between Cree and the chiefs was indeed extraordinary.
“The rules of the competition will be the same as before.
The competition will last for three years!” Hardin announced.
“Within these three years, all participants will be given ten Life and Death Tokens.
“Defeat an opponent to earn one point.
“Lose to an opponent, and 100 points will be deducted.
“Negative points mean elimination.
“At the end of the three years, if more than 10,000 contestants remain, we will select the top 10,000 based on their points ranking.
“If only 10,000 participants are left before the three years are up, the competition will end early.” … His words echoed through the starry sky, ensuring that every contestant took notice.
Swoosh!
Tokens filled the sky, flying into the hands of each participant.
These tokens were round, palm-sized, and came in black and white. A total of ten tokens were given, known as Life and Death Tokens.
If a participant was killed, they would not die—though their token would represent death and 100 points would be deducted.
With negative points, elimination was imminent. The early stages of the competition were the most perilous. If a participant wasn’t careful and died once, they could be eliminated.
In the later stages, the competitors were generally talented and strong. After accumulating enough points, the risk of dying once or twice was less daunting. The early stages, however, were designed to weed out the weak and leave behind the real contenders.
The competition began!
Hundreds of portals appeared in the universe, each one standing ten thousand meters tall. The worlds beyond these doors were vast, boundless, and filled with danger. There were even beings at the path-returning realm.
As participants entered, they faced not only the attacks of their opponents but also the threat of demon beasts. This was the essence of natural selection.
A large number of contestants flooded into the worlds. What was once a vibrant realm quickly turned into a battlefield.
The first 10,000 people entered and were close enough to attack each other immediately.
A black-robed youth, carrying an ancient sword on his back, glanced at his nearby competitors. Without hesitation, he drew his black sword and beheaded them.
Swoosh!
The fallen contestants vanished, eliminated. The ten tokens were of no use; after being killed once, their accumulated points turned negative.
Such brutal slaughters were happening everywhere. No one showed mercy.
Outside, Hardin observed coldly, “Their initial instinct is to kill each other.
The trial field is vast, and there are hundreds of millions of demon beasts.
Demon killers earn more points.
If they don’t kill demons and instead kill their own kind, it won’t lead to elimination, but all their points will be deducted.” He said coldly, his tone carrying the weight of an order.
It hadn’t been explicitly stated that points would be awarded for killing demon beasts. Some rules were left unsaid. That was why he could discern the nature of every genius.
Once all the participants had entered, battles erupted continuously. In just 15 minutes, over a million people—life and death realm cultivators—were eliminated. They had proven to be too weak.
At the same time, a dignified voice echoed through the arena, “Killing fellow contestants will result in a deduction of 10,000 points.
You won’t be eliminated immediately, but you must accumulate enough points within a year.
Otherwise, you will be eliminated!” This announcement caused an uproar. The contestants were stunned. Hadn’t they been told that they would earn one point for defeating an opponent? Why were there such severe penalties now?
Little did they know, the experts from the Northern Stellar Realm Star Residence were watching with cold detachment. No one was surprised by the announcement.
People from other galaxies, like Cole Colbie, were also unruffled. A competition organized by the race officials wouldn’t devolve into a slaughter of their own kind. There was a deeper meaning behind the rules.
“The key is the demon beasts!” Cole mused, observing Graysen Schuster in the arena who had just killed someone.
On the other side of the arena, a bald young man wielding the Frost Spirit Spear stood over two vanishing corpses. Wiping his bald head, he murmured, “Interesting!” These two had come to kill him, but Laird Xenos had done it instead. As a result, he lost 20,000 points.
Strange rules, indeed. Laird didn’t mind. He had come to see what the geniuses of the Northern Stellar Realm were like.
Cole was even more ruthless, directly losing 970,000 points. He had entered the arena less than fifteen minutes ago and had already killed nearly a hundred people! His points were now a staggering negative 970,000.
It was downright outrageous.
There were also the three banished immortals with negative points in the hundreds of thousands. The primordial chaos banished immortal, the martial arts banished immortal, and the green lotus banished immortal were scattered everywhere, all with negative points.
It was a worrying sight. More than 90% of the participants were hesitant to attack others. Gradually, some figured out that attacking demon beasts could earn them points. Killing a small saint realm demon beast granted 1 point, while an eminent saint demon beast brought in 10 points.
For a holy master, it was 100 points, and for a saint heart realm beast, it was 1,000 points.
Life and death realm beasts were worth 10,000 points.
Instantly, participants went wild. Hunting demon beasts became far more advantageous than fighting other participants.
Everyone soon understood why the Northern Stellar Realm was so furious and had punished many: the real goal was to fight demon beasts!
The frenzy to kill demons began immediately.
A leaderboard was quietly updated. No one cared about the top spot; most were focused on the bottom of the rankings.
At the very bottom was Cole!
[Points: -1.17 million] Indeed, Cole, the ruthless one, had just killed off a few more contenders.
Moments later, the rankings refreshed again: Last place: Cole Colbie, points -1.25 million.
All the competitors were stunned. Had this guy really given up on himself?