Chapter 80: Prelude!

B City, Chengcun High School.

At this moment, the originally tranquil high school atmosphere was wrapped in an abnormal aura of grimness.

As a squad of armed military police rushed into the campus, everyone clearly understood what would happen next.

At this moment, the high-achieving students remained calm, while the low-scoring failures bit their teeth together in fear, trembling uncontrollably.

Led by the military police, a government official in a suit and leather shoes walked into the classroom, smiled, and opened the attendance roster in his hand, saying, "Is student Zhang San here?"

The moment the words were spoken, the gaze of every student in the class turned sharply backward, revealing a young man in the back row whose face instantly turned deathly pale.

"Given that your academic performance this year ranks last in the grade, and you have been absent and violated discipline multiple times, you have been selected for the Carnival Day list."

As the government official spoke, Zhang San felt his heart tightly gripped by a hand.

He wanted to argue, wanted to resist, wanted to escape...

But all of it was silenced by a series of machine gun bursts from the next room.

"It seems student Li Si next door does not agree with our proposal right now," the government official said with a cold smile.

Yes, according to regulations, those selected for the Carnival Day list no longer possess basic human rights.

Until the Carnival Day ends, they must be under centralized supervision, confined in areas narrower and more densely packed than university dormitories, kept like livestock.

Just like slaves about to enter the arena for a death match, it is either victory or death!

Dare not resist, dare not argue, dare not escape.

Zhang San obediently extended his hands, allowing the military police to cuff him, and was then led all the way out of the school gate.

Passing the classroom next door, Zhang San glanced slightly to the side and saw the figure of Li Si lying in a pool of blood in the adjacent room.

'At least, my family has received enough money,' Zhang San consoled himself in his heart.

He had voluntarily chosen to skip classes and miss the exam.

After all, if every grade must have one student with the worst grades, why couldn't it be him?

As long as enough money to live on is provided, there are plenty of people willing to pay with their lives, and a large number of people willing to spend money to be this worst student.

As for who pays the life-buying money? Naturally, it is paid by the bad students in the bottom hundred of the grade.

Their families are naturally willing to spend a little money to avoid their precious sons dying young.

'So I must survive.' Zhang San's eyes held determination.

He must survive the Carnival Day, and then live out the rest of his life well with several million in cash.

And his confidence lies in his own martial prowess.

Having known early on that he would enter the Carnival, he had a full year to prepare patiently.

Before the Great Cataclysm, he had learned about unarmed combat, weapon fighting, explosive configuration, and firearm usage.

In "Fireline Elite," he was even a top player in the top hundred of the national server, so he wouldn't be clueless the moment he picked up a firearm.

'Whether it is a quick kill or a torture kill, I have no problem! Anyone standing in my way will be eliminated!' Zhang San, wearing handcuffs, thought thus.

However, half an hour later, after being brought to the prison for centralized confinement, seeing the bald men around him covered in muscles and tattoos, fear replaced his previous confidence.

'So terrifying...'

The so-called experience, the so-called knowledge, seemed so powerless when faced with thugs who treated human lives with disregard.

In front of Zhang San, inside the small 15-square-meter concrete cell, men who looked menacing crouched, staring at him with the gaze of hunters eyeing prey.

If it were not for the rules forbidding premature mutual slaughter to make the Carnival Day more exciting, he would probably have been torn apart and eaten alive by these thugs in the next second.

While Zhang San was lost in wild thoughts, a hand gently patted his back, making him shudder all over in fright.

Turning around, he saw a middle-aged man with a scruffy beard entering, also wearing handcuffs.

"Young man, judging by your appearance, were you selected because your grades were too poor?" the middle-aged man asked with a smile.

"Yes, uncle, are you too?" Zhang San asked curiously, feeling the other man did not seem to have entered due to crime.

"Sigh, I had the most leave days in the entire company, and I messed up a project a month ago; by the time I realized the problem, it was too late," the middle-aged man said helplessly.

'So he was selected by the quotas of those big companies,' Zhang San thought silently in his heart.

While he was thinking, a military police officer walked in from outside, scanning the crowd and saying, "Three days from now is Carnival Day; at that time, you will have two choices."

"The first is to choose slaughter; we will give a weapon to those who choose slaughter and require you to harvest at least one life."

"If you fail to do so, the collar on your neck will boom and explode when the Carnival Day ends."

"The second is to huddle up and pray to dodge that day; this choice has no killing requirement, but at that time, the collar on your neck, once it senses a similar collar within a ten-meter range, will emit light."

"By the way, if a prisoner kills a prisoner, it also counts towards the quota."

The military police officer announced with a smile, "Whether to choose slaughter or huddle up depends on your personal choice."

"And next, to ensure the smooth progress of the Carnival Day, I will arrange a training session for you; all of you must study seriously, otherwise, don't blame me for not reminding you if you die unclearly."

After speaking, the military police officer clapped his hands lightly, and his subordinates behind him immediately pushed a screen forward, which was playing the content that needed to be learned.

Seeing the content on the screen, the prisoners in the room all wore expressions of surprise, not expecting it to be learning such things.

"You scum of human society, struggle hard; see you on Carnival Day."

The military police officer laughed loudly as he walked out the door, then slammed it shut with a loud bang, leaving the screen to these people.

As the perspective shifted, the group of prisoners began to study the knowledge on the screen with serious expressions.

What was detailed above was the method of using a parachute!

At this moment, on the rooftop of the villa, Fang Can, bare-chested, held his hands flat, allowing his body to be maximally illuminated by the light.

Because it is Idealist Martial Arts, theoretically, there is not much difference between absorbing sunlight and absorbing ultraviolet rays or fluorescent light.

But sunlight is rich in nutrients, possessing a natural beauty, as if it contains the vitamins required by the body, making the body more willing to absorb it.

As the body completed one full cycle of circulation, Fang Can's eyes snapped open suddenly, with a flash of sharp light seeming to pass through them.

"The Mysterious Gate... Ninth Layer." He put on his clothes with satisfaction, sighing at the progress made these past days.

"The current me barely meets the foundation for the next bottleneck; now is the time to advance further in cultivation."

Fang Can clenched his fist and said, "So I need women. I need a great many women to aid my cultivation."

"Ah?" Behind Fang Can, Jiang Ningan tilted her head in confusion: "What are you saying?"

(End of this chapter)