[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-paradise-of-reincarnation":3,"chapter-paradise-of-reincarnation-paradise-of-reincarnation-chapter-948":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Paradise of Reincarnation",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2274806,4446,"Chapter 948","paradise-of-reincarnation-chapter-948",948,"\u003Cp>From the 260 competitors, “break through the encirclement” and advance to the top 20—that was Su Xiao’s initial small goal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Void Arena used an elimination system; after receiving their number tags, competitors began the first-round draw, and since the number of participants was even, there were no byes in the first round.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Xiao examined his number tag—it was about the size of a playing card, one side marked with “106,” the other side displaying three symbols: at the top, a hexagonal pattern representing a certain faction; in the center, a crown, a design he had seen once inside the castle, likely representing Alice’s faction; at the bottom, a circle resembling some form of currency in the Void. These three symbols represented three factions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Xiao did not see the pattern he most hoped for—the demon goat head. If his tag bore the demon goat head, things would be much easier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After random drawing by the notary office, the first-round match order appeared; Su Xiao’s tag also changed, revealing a new number on the displayed side: 51—his first-round opponent’s number.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before stepping into the arena, Su Xiao had no way of knowing who the 51st competitor was; all 260 participants fiercely concealed their numbers before the first round of combat began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On a screen in the notary office, a ladder-shaped chart appeared: all competitors currently occupied the lowest tier; winners would ascend upward on the ladder, while losers lost their chance—there were no revival matches, no such rule existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Void Arena was extremely dangerous; defeat carried a high probability of death, and even if one survived, they would suffer severe injuries, making revival matches unnecessary—and impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How many matches must Su Xiao endure to reach the top 20? They were as follows:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First round: 260 down to 130.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second round: 130 down to 65.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Third round: 65 down to 33.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fourth round: 33 down to 17.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rest periods between rounds were not short; after all, there was only one arena, and rest time was ample in the early stages, becoming tighter later on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Void Arena had few rules—or rather, virtually none. Even high-explosive devices, if acquired, could be used inside the arena; mechs were commonplace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Due to the scarcity of rules, the death rate among competitors was extremely high; statistics estimated the death rate in the Void Arena at roughly 40% to 50%.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant, of ten people entering, at most one or two would walk out unharmed; the rest of the survivors might be missing limbs, and four to five would be carried out dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite this horrifying mortality rate, so many still entered the Void Arena, proving how tempting the rewards were.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, it was also a rare chance to rise to prominence; if a competitor secured a high rank, some would voluntarily withdraw around the top twenty and accept recruitment by major factions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arena’s existence was not merely for spectators; compared to ticket sales, the “sponsorship fees” from major factions were far more substantial. After paying these fees, those factions gained the right to recruit talent within the Void Arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sand, blood, roaring battles, the honor of first place, opportunities scattered everywhere, dazzling rewards, centuries of reputation—these were the main reasons the Void Arena had thrived to this day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Xiao walked along the competitor corridor toward the central arena; other participants were nearby, all keeping wary distance from one another, none knowing their opponents—the Void Arena was fair, a fact evident from how Alice could only use flyers to frame Su Xiao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alice likely could not interfere during the matches, since the arena’s organizers included two other factions; thus, she could only use legitimate means—spreading rumors of Su Xiao’s identity as the Shadow of the Law—to make enemies of him, rather than sabotaging him directly in the arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the match began, it was absolutely fair. If Alice secretly pulled strings, the other two major factions would not stand idly by; the arena’s reputation was hard-earned by them and could not be ruined over Alice’s personal grudges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the competitor corridor, Su Xiao reached the central arena; his position was the competitor viewing stand, beneath the general audience seats and closest to the central sandy battleground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huuu!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tidal wave of cheers erupted, deafening in volume—the roar of millions of different races, unimaginably immense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Xiao had not yet stepped into the arena, but merely hearing the cheers, he felt his blood surge within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The audience seats were chaotic; many races Su Xiao had never seen were everywhere, such as a two-headed race resembling trolls, whose bizarre appearance was hilariously absurd: each head stuffed with snacks in its own hand, and the two heads arguing over trivial matters—clearly, they possessed separate thoughts, one body, two minds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to the two-headed troll, some races had completely lost any human form, like the octopus lying on the audience seats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The octopus held a massive cup in its tentacles, as large as a water tank, filled with what appeared to be beer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After downing several gulps of beer, it belched, then drunkenly raised a tentacle and shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill her~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The octopus’s speech was slurred, its whole body swaying intermittently from intoxication, laughing foolishly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A beer-drinking octopus was already bizarre, but don’t rush—there were even stranger things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wahahaha, get the hell away from me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A loud laugh came from the front row of the audience—it was a rat-man, clutching a bottle of strong liquor and hugging a “Lalatian” cutie. Lalatians were nearly identical to humans, with only minor animal traits; their planet was famed for the beauty of its females, and this exhibition match had invited over a dozen “Lalatian” cuties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, this rat-man was embracing one of these “Lalatian” cuties—not an audience member, but one of the performers originally on stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rat-man was practically provoking the organizers—but no one stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because they didn’t want to, but because they dared not. This rat-man was known as Rat Lord. Forget his immense strength—what mattered was the terrifying entity behind him, who bore dozens of titles: Planet Destroyer, War Calamity, Source of Life’s Misery, Void Sword Saint, Void’s Strongest Lunatic, Drunken Madman, and so on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Void, his name was enough to silence even crying children at night; whenever he neared any planet, all defenses on that planet were immediately dismantled—not out of welcome, but out of utter helplessness, for resistance meant annihilation in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to major faction statistics, the number of lives directly or indirectly ended by that entity ran into hundreds of millions; the exact figure was impossible to calculate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, no one dared stop Rat Lord’s antics in the arena—not because they didn’t want to, but because they dared not. Even if Alice had ten times her courage, she would never dare provoke Rat Lord, though the entity behind him had not appeared in many years, said to have vanished into the deepest abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who knew if that entity was dead? If it wasn’t, provoking Rat Lord would lead to unthinkable consequences—the entity was notoriously protective of its own. Years ago, a certain race attacked Rat Lord; soon after, that race vanished from the Void, not a single survivor left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even without that entity, Rat Lord’s own forces were not to be underestimated—a brutal army that laughed while slaughtering enemies; waging war against them demanded an unbearable cost.\u003C\u002Fp>",1231,"2026-06-19T23:49:56.324Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","3fc8c3a332968c2fd5171f76efd85b504d263c78b7e0fed550496e627f5be246","paradise-of-reincarnation-chapter-949","paradise-of-reincarnation-chapter-947",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fparadise-of-reincarnation-cover.jpg"]