The Nine Spirits King's voice, which carried the weight of supreme rules, slowly faded from the minds of the five trillion geniuses. However, the shock and sheer volume of information it left behind were like a giant boulder dropped into a calm lake, sending out ripple after ripple.
A thousand-year timeline, the plundering of points, a ten-year Hunting Stage, failure leading to elimination...
Every word foretold an unprecedented, long, and bloody game of survival.
The Nine Spirits King didn't begin the teleportation immediately. Instead, he gave all the contestants three minutes to digest and understand this complex set of rules.
On the plaza, the deathly silence was broken, replaced by a suppressed, buzzing hum.
Countless geniuses were rapidly exchanging glances with their companions, using the most concise language possible to urgently formulate initial strategies.
"The rules are even crueler than I imagined."
