Chapter 839: Chapter 803: Sarcastic 007
At this point, everyone’s attention was drawn in; the appearance of the first license seemed like a beacon of hope, bringing optimism to the struggling lower-class people.
At least it proved that the license truly existed, and their hard work was not in vain.
The previously gloomy and oppressive atmosphere on the square was swept away, with some contestants even quietly cheering as if they saw a bright future where they obtained the license.
felt as if he were dreaming; amidst the cheers of the crowd, he carefully and cautiously picked up the card at his feet.
Although he couldn’t read the words on it, he felt a sense of familiarity towards them.
He held the card to his chest, uncertainly speaking, "Can I go on stage now?"
Not knowing whom to ask, he had no choice but to speak to the camera following him around.
"Of course," Teacher Slaughter’s voice answered him, "I’ve always said that anyone holding a license can go on stage. Please, anyone with a license, come up on stage."
With that said, 1062’s hot air balloon began to descend slowly. Naturally, Teacher Slaughter wouldn’t have the license holders climb down themselves, as that would result in a contestant mortality rate of one hundred percent.
Excited, 1062 gripped the edge of the basket, watching the platform below drawing steadily closer, already pondering what he should say once on stage.
"I’m the first to go on stage; I’ll definitely leave a deep impression and get many votes... surely I can easily rank among the top fifty to enter the next stage, maybe even become the champion of this show and become an Upper Class Person..."
1062’s mind wandered in his beautiful fantasies.
Clutching the license in his hand, he continued to descend with the hot air balloon, gradually nearing the ground, approaching the other contestants below.
Gradually, the surrounding contestants stopped cheering, their eyes fixated on the license 1062 held against his chest, faces showing envy and greed.
was fully engrossed in marveling at his own luck and daydreaming of his bright future, not noticing the changes among the people below.
Soon, the dead fish hot air balloon landed completely; it did not land directly on the platform where Teacher Slaughter stood but was instead some distance away.
As soon as he landed, 1062 excitedly stepped out of the air balloon basket, jogging straight toward the platform.
But he hadn’t run two meters before someone suddenly rushed up and tackled him to the ground.
He was knocked to the ground, feeling a bit dizzy.
What happened?
Soon he realized that someone was trying to steal his license!
The attacker straddled him and forcefully tried to pry his hands open to snatch the license away.
hurriedly clutched the license tightly, forcefully rolling over to protect the item under his body.
The person on him refused to give up, swinging a fist to harshly strike his back and shoulders.
felt as if two huge stones had slammed into him; the struck areas momentarily lost sensation.
He lay on the ground, attempting to guard his treasure, and shouted, "No! You’re breaking the rules! Doing this is against the rules!"
As he spoke, he tried his best to lift his head to seek help from others, "He’s breaking the rules! You see, he’s breaking the rules!"
Yet, no one came to assist him.
He saw that several circles of people had surrounded him, their faces gaunt, pale, but their dark eyes emitted an eerie light, staring intently at him.
1062’s face turned pale; he understood that these people wouldn’t help him.
Hopelessly, he looked toward Teacher Slaughter, hoping the host would enforce justice and advocate for him as the first person to obtain the license.
Teacher Slaughter merely curled his lips, revealing a mocking smile, "Did someone finally realize it? What I said was, anyone holding the license can go on stage to speak, regardless of whether it was obtained by their own hands."
These words acted like a switch, or a spark, immediately igniting a raging fire.
The surrounding people, who had been hesitating, now rushed forward without reservation.
Poor 1062 didn’t know who punched him twice in the back of the head, losing consciousness and passing out, the license he had protected under him was taken away by others in an instant.
The newcomer who snatched the license didn’t hesitate, quickly turning and rushing toward the platform.
But was quickly tackled and fell, replaying the previous scene.
The ground contestants fought fiercely, while those on ladders weren’t idle; some, already climbing high, couldn’t come down to contend with the groups below, opting to keep climbing with all their might. Those close to the ground leapt down directly, charging into the melee for the license.
The scene was chaotic.
The Upper Class People laughed heartily amidst the chaotic noise; they loved watching such self-destructive narratives.
More and more spectators streamed into Pleasure Heavenly City, drawn by the thrilling spectacle the game offered, intrigued by its reputation.
The fighting scenes among the lower-class people greatly amused them, most of whom had started voting, some voting for the fiercest fighters, who struck harshly, others voting for the pitiful ones pinned down and beaten, while others cast votes for the deceased.
With the huge advantage in spectator numbers, Pleasure Heavenly City’s contestants’ votes skyrocketed.
In the top hundred rankings, about twenty were in the 1000 to 1200 range, with seven in the top fifty.
This meant that if this momentum continued, at least seven of Teacher Slaughter’s two hundred participants would advance.
This outcome was likely already the best among hosts.
Moreover, Pleasure Heavenly City’s contestants’ votes continued to rise; if this keeps up, there could be a dozen or twenty participants advancing by the end of the first stage.
Teacher Slaughter’s joyful expression didn’t seem fake, his mouth nearly splitting from smiling too broadly.
Number 1119 had already grabbed first place, being the most ruthless, attracting many Upper Class People, who came to vote in favor of 1119.
This conveniently benefited Gu Mian, who was right next to number 1119.
Whenever people came to vote for number 1119, they’d unconsciously be drawn to the adjacent number 1118.
Number 1118, Gu Mian, and number 1117, Mr. Green, stood out clearly as if they were two advertisement boards, primarily because practically all of the lower-class people had rushed to the square center to climb the ladders, and those remaining on the ground had earlier joined the free-for-all over licenses.
Only the two of them stood conspicuously in place, resembling advertisement boards.
Passers-by from the Upper Class People were invariably deeply drawn to the mysterious aura emanating from Gu Mian, with some earmarking some of their tickets for him, making Gu Mian’s vote count significant; nonetheless, he still hadn’t entered the rankings.
At this point, Chu Changge and 007 also left the audience seats to vote for Gu Mian.
The two chose a moment when no one was near to come over, still able to chat with Gu Mian, even though other Upper Class People who came to vote for Gu Mian couldn’t help but strike up a conversation, making the duo’s actions seem unremarkable.
worryingly glanced at the leaderboard; although some Upper Class People had given votes to Gu Mian, his count was far from qualifying, not even making it into the top hundred.
Mr. Green nearby was worse off, his votes were significantly fewer than Gu Mian’s, making advancement even more out of reach.
"Chu Changge deduced which hot air balloons contained stage licenses, but I suspect you wouldn’t want to climb the ladder," 007 slowly inserted a ticket into Gu Mian’s ballot box, wearing a mocking expression.
Although no one was nearby, the tracking camera was still hovering around, and even people at a distance could notice their expressions if they took a slight interest.
had no choice but to maintain a mocking expression on her face—she had observed most Upper Class People who spoke to Gu Mian had this expression.
