Chapter 127: A 50% Chance of Survival?

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Chapter 127 of "Kaidan Game Train: Abide Rule or Die!" starts unveiling mysteries: Chapter 127: Chapter 127: A 50% Chance of Survival?After announcing the game rules, all screens... Keep reading!

Chapter 127: Chapter 127: A 50% Chance of Survival?After announcing the game rules, all screens simultaneously dimmed. As the broadcast ended, half of the entire city fell into deathly silence. About half a minute later, everyone’s cell phones began to ring incessantly with notification sounds. In an instant, the entire city was like boiling water, and in just a few minutes, videos and messages about the Black-White Life-and-Death Game spread across the internet. Most people were skeptical, but as the death toll climbed sharply with people trying to leave the big roulette wheel, the government was forced to issue warnings, telling everyone to stay put and wait for rescue. Xu Huo kept flipping through videos, whether on the ground or in the air, vehicles or helicopters, once they entered the Black-White Roulette’s range, the only way out was to explode into a burst of blood. Many cars and helicopters crashed or fell, with smoke billowing near the Black Roulette. Some even experimented with cats and dogs, which also couldn’t escape their deadly fate. "So you mean after entering the Life-and-Death Game, one can’t get out alive unless they participate?" He furrowed his brows, staring at the black squares on the ground. The players in Zone 014 had too little time to enter the game; the majority were still engaged in sealed instances, including himself. He had hardly any understanding of the Game System, let alone the basic rules, and couldn’t imagine what kind of effects the items might have. But no matter what, the current Black-White Life-and-Death Game seemed to defy explanation with in-game items. However, the background and tasks of an instance should be announced by the game, right? Could it be that high-level players who could open instances had to announce the rules themselves? No, that wasn’t right. The Skinning Artisan’s instance was also movable, and the tasks were notified by the game. "It’s fake! It must be!" the chef suddenly shouted, "All these Black and White, Life and Death things are nonsense to scare people!" "There’s a madman planting bombs on people! I want to get out of here!" he said as he tossed aside his apron and went for his keys. "Master, don’t be rash!" his assistant hurriedly grabbed him, "Look at the videos online. Those people explode as soon as they step out of the roulette. Even the police and the army are no exception, we can’t get out now!" "I don’t believe it! The videos must be fake too!" the chef’s forehead bulged with veins, he pushed the assistant away and was about to open the door, but Xu Huo intercepted his hand: "All who exploded just now were outside, staying here is the safest for now." These words successfully stopped the chef. He stared at Xu Huo for two seconds, then started to gag at the blood on the door. "Bro, what should we do?" Wang Chaoqing leaned over and asked. Xu Huo looked towards Girl in the painting, "Can you sense whether this is an item or an instance?" Girl in the painting shook her head. "What’s the difference between an item and an instance?" Wang Chaoqing asked, puzzled. "If it’s an instance, inside players have no other way to go besides participating in the game. But if it’s an item, maybe one can escape with a Ticket." The rules of the items should not override those of the game instances. "I don’t have a Ticket..." Wang Chaoqing first looked disappointed, then ecstatically looked at Xu Huo, "Bro! You must have a Ticket!" "Give me one, please! I’ll do whatever you ask from now on, I’ll follow all your orders?" Xu Huo brushed off his grasping hand, "With that, can you ensure your survival in the other instances?" "Who cares whether I can or not, staying here is obviously best!" seaʀᴄh thё NôvelFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "You’ll follow all my orders?" Xu Huo asked again. Wang Chaoqing nodded repeatedly. "Alright, before I give you a Ticket, go to the Skyscraper first." Wang Chaoqing’s face immediately turned pale, "That’s the center of the roulette. Even if I’m not the brightest, I know it’s got to be dangerous there. I won’t go!" "Then you won’t have a Ticket," Xu Huo said, not forcing him. Wang Chaoqing’s eyes turned angry, but before he could lash out, Girl in the painting slapped him back. "Are you players?" At this moment, the waiter climbing on the table spoke, "You know so much, you must be players, right? Was the person who appeared on the big screen also a player?" "If you’re all players, you must have some way of dealing with this, right?" The two dejected men sitting to the side and the huddled group of waiters all looked up at Xu Huo and the other two. "I don’t have a way," Xu Huo said impassively. "But you are a player too!" A male waiter blurted out instinctively. "Haven’t you played online games?" Xu Huo raised an eyebrow, "Can you just ascend to a higher rank whenever you wish?" "What about the Tickets then? You were talking about them just now," the manager interjected anxiously. "Wishful thinking, Tickets can only be used by players!" Wang Chaoqing said resentfully. The glimmer of hope in the eyes of the few in the restaurant dimmed once again. "I don’t want to die..." Another female waiter started crying. "Maybe it’s not as bad as it seems; so many others are fine..." The words of comfort from the chef’s assistant were cut short, his face suddenly froze, and then he stared blankly ahead, "There’s a roulette! A roulette has appeared!" Xu Huo followed his gaze, seeing nothing, and quickly asked, "Describe the roulette you see." But the assistant didn’t respond and exclaimed, "The countdown has begun!" as his eyes rolled back into his head! Xu Huo quickly grabbed the assistant and pressed his acupressure point, and after a few seconds, though he came to, his eyes remained unfocused as he muttered to himself, "I’m going to die, I’m going to die..." The Girl in the painting slapped him across the face, and the assistant stumbled and fell to the ground, just sitting there trembling, completely unresponsive to external sounds and insensitive to pain. Xu Huo felt a sinking feeling in his heart; he had thought this might be a game of luck, but now it seemed it was not. Looking back at the plaza outside, among those who hadn’t managed to escape and some who had returned, several were experiencing the same situation, oblivious to the kicks and hits from people nearby. Their consciousness seemed to have separated from their bodies, eyes wide open staring ahead, some collapsed on the spot, some running aimlessly, but all repeating the word "countdown" endlessly. Even under the most severe shock, ten minutes were enough for a person to gradually calm down and regain their sanity, instead of being controlled by fear and descending into madness like this. This roulette game certainly had a mental influence on people. "How is he doing?" The people inside the restaurant, frightened, moved back, while only the earlier waitress who climbed on the table asked Xu Huo. "It depends on his luck," Xu Huo looked at the swollen-faced man and added, "Stay calm, it’s just a game, you have a fifty percent chance of survival, don’t be intimidated." His words only made them more afraid. But Xu Huo did not allow them time to adjust and went on, "Panic serves no purpose; better use the fifty percent chance of survival to look for ways to save yourselves." "What should we do..." the table-climbing waitress asked with trembling lips, "I’ll listen to you..." The others did not respond, and Xu Huo, unconcerned, continued, "When the game begins and the roulette appears, others should not be able to see it, so if you enter the game, try to describe everything you see as much as possible." "Even if you can’t feel the outside world, you can still talk and act. Focus your energy on the roulette and speak as much as you can." "I surmise this game is related to mental will. Remaining lucid can only be beneficial." "In other words, those who see the roulette earlier are more likely to die..." the manager’s face turned deathly pale, then he turned and lunged at the chef’s assistant, "Talk to me!" However, just then, the assistant suddenly raised his hand, "I am going to spin, I am going to spin, I will be fine, I have good luck..." "Bang!" His entire body exploded! "Aaahhh!!!" The waiters who had just cleaned their faces got splattered with blood again, and they screamed as they ran towards the door, while more explosions occurred in sequence in the plaza! People inside and outside the door were all terrified, and cries and screams erupted all at once!

Chapter 127: A 50% Chance of Survival?

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