The next day.

Just like usual, Lv Bai arrived at school right on time to clock in, and then headed to the training hall to warm up.

Even though today was indeed the day for a deathmatch duel, no one found it surprising.

After all, the work at the assessment department only gets a bit busy near the end of the term, otherwise, it’s always this relaxed.

After breaking a sweat in the gym, Lv Bai left and headed towards the Victory Tower.

...

Beep~

After registering with his ID on the LCD screen at the entrance of the Victory Tower, Lv Bai initially wanted to pick the same room as last time, but unfortunately, it was already occupied.

He had to wander the corridor for a bit before randomly choosing an empty room to enter.

It is worth mentioning that regardless of the room, as long as there are no special requests, the interior decor is extremely luxurious, with the seating and various displays exuding the aura of wealth.

He sat down on the sofa, and before long, a sweet female voice emerged in the room once again.

"Hello, Mr. Lü, I haven’t received your reservation. Are you here for a deathmatch duel?"

Lv Bai glanced around, unable to find where the speaker was, and simply replied aloud.

"Then I’d like to make a reservation now."

A moment later.

"Mr. Lü, your reservation is complete. I’m Qu Yawen from the Internal Affairs Department, and I’ll be at your service this time. If you have any requests, feel free to let me know.

There are thirty-six minutes left before your deathmatch duel starts, so I hope you can relax and get into a good state..."

As the female voice spoke, the hidden speakers in the room began playing soft piano melodies in surround sound.

It’s no exaggeration to say that if there are any musical requirements, with prior notice, they could even arrange for professional musicians to perform live for the Death Fighters.

However, Lv Bai wasn’t particularly interested in this aspect, so it didn’t matter to him if there was music or not.

He closed his eyes and leaned back on the sofa, stopped speaking, and quietly awaited the time to come.

Minute by minute, as the time approached, a mechanical prompt sound emotionlessly echoed in his mind.

[Ding!]

[The fifth round of the deathmatch duel begins.]

[Teleportation starts!]

...

[Death Arena Number: 92****6327]

[Username: Clever Murphy]

[Main title equipped: Innocent Smile (Four Stars)]

[Subtitles equipped: Mad Slaughter (Four Stars), Ultimate Killing Demon (Four Stars)]

[Talent: 125.6]

[Current Points: 0]

[Current Ranking: 200/200]

[Abilities: ?, Flash Time, All Ink, Spiritual Time House]

[Note! The first round of the Ability Pool is now open for selection.]

After Lv Bai opened his eyes, he didn’t check the first round of the Ability Pool but rather, as usual, concealed his two subtitles first to avoid scaring others away with killing intent.

Looking around, he quickly realized he was in a rental apartment.

The room was kept quite tidy, but unfortunately, the air was filled with a mix of mildew and detergent odors, which was somewhat overpowering.

At the head of the bed, there was a neatly folded set of dark blue sportswear. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

He glanced at the entrance; there was only one pair of shoes.

On the wall by the entrance, a set of keys was hanging, and judging from the cheap oval button on the ring, it seemed to be for a small electric scooter.

This time, is the identity randomly assigned to be living alone?

Lv Bai nodded thoughtfully, and it was just as well.

After confirming that he was currently in a safe environment, he refocused his attention on the system interface to select from the first round of the Ability Pool.

The Deathmatch System wouldn’t delay, and the moment he clicked to select, three semi-transparent data panels immediately covered his retinas.

[Check-in System (Color): For every week spent in the Death Arena, a check-in can be completed, granting rewards, with the highest reward being a Golden Level item or ability.]

[Mao Mountain Daoist Technique (Color): Upon acquiring this ability, the Death Fighter can perform Maoshan Daoist Skills, exorcising ghosts, subduing demons, offering solace to the dead, and even treating illnesses, dispelling apparitions, and divining the land.]

[Saint Master Dragon Transformation (Color): Bathe in dragon blood to gain a portion of the Holy Master’s Power, transforming into a semi-dragon man with dark green skin, covered in dragon scales, standing three zhang tall, able to breathe fire, shoot electric beams from the eyes, swift as a hare, hover like a chicken, invisible like a snake, as strong as an ox. Note, this transformation is irreversible.]

Uh...

Lv Bai instinctively ruled out the last option, the [Saint Master Dragon Transformation], primarily because of the irreversible aspect, which he found hard to accept.

Whether something is strong is merely a matter of the current version, but whether it’s cool or not is a lifetime affair.

Moreover, transforming into a nearly ten-meter-tall semi-dragon man is often inconvenient.

As for the [Check-in System],

Lv Bai had paid particular attention to this kind of series ability.

In the Deathmatch System’s Ability Library, items like Armory and Check-in System could appear in any of the four levels: White, Silver, Golden, or Color.

Compared to the stability of the Armory, the Check-in System, regardless of level, is generally not highly rated by most Death Fighters.

The luck factor of the Check-in System is just too strong.

If luck is on one’s side, consecutive weeks of Golden Level rewards could indeed be stronger than a single Color ability.

But the problem is, this probability is too slim.

Moreover, check-ins require time, and no Death Fighter can guarantee how long a duel will last.

If it ends in one or two weeks, choosing a Check-in System would be a huge loss.

Going through this process of elimination, Lv Bai found that his only viable option seemed to be the [Mao Mountain Daoist Technique].

Though the ability description didn’t suggest it was very powerful, its strength lay in its balance.

"Select."

The moment he obtained the Mao Mountain Daoist Technique, a flood of incantations and mantras surfaced in Lv Bai’s mind.

Forming hand seals became muscle memory, and with a mere thought, he could craft the appropriate gestures.

He sat there, familiarizing himself with each technique, but to his disappointment, these Daoist techniques, much like the ability description, didn’t possess any particularly formidable effects.

The only somewhat potent one was the Tai Shang Laojun spell, yet it fell short of being world-shattering.

Nonetheless,

Oh well.

He’d still have to rely on other Death Fighters’ abilities.

After handling the abilities, Lv Bai stood up and searched the room, finding an old mobile phone and a pile of documents, including a driver’s license for an electric scooter.

He turned on the phone, checking social platforms and some apps related to daily life: "My randomly assigned identity is a young high school dropout, with both parents deceased, aged eighteen, currently working as a food delivery person to barely sustain a living."

Lv Bai couldn’t help but twitch his eyelid.

This time, the identity was of another early school-leaver in flexible employment, and he felt as if his randomly assigned identity template was solidifying.