Gamers Are Fierce-Chapter 826 - 825: Headless

"Hello everyone, welcome to the live broadcast of the Lost World event, hosted by the Battleground Game, organized by the Global Occult Coalition along with various local official agencies, and co-organized by the Watcher's Society and multiple units."

The dark-skinned, robust man in a suit spoke to the camera in English with a slightly Egyptian accent, "I am the Narrator, Abdel."

The blond man sitting next to him said, "I am the Narrator, Spitzer Vegan."

A young office lady with long brown hair and a beautiful appearance said, "I am the Narrator, Katherine."

The two gentlemen on the left of the commentary box are familiar faces to players of the Battleground Game,

they are members of the Watcher's Society and have often appeared in the commentary box of the Sky Fighting Arena. This time, they have also been invited to serve as the number one line commentators for the Global Occult Coalition's official channel.

On the far right of the commentary box sits a beautiful girl, a famous TV star in the United States, an ordinary person rather than a player,

Her presence here is to add a touch of familiarity to the public—after all, the two brothers on her left have arms thicker than the average person's thighs.

Additionally, she's responsible for picking up on conversations, prompting, and asking questions to allow the professional narrators to explain.

"Presumably, viewers in front of the screen are already aware of the background of this event. You can tune into the three official live channels of [Lost World] to watch the event, or visit third-party platforms like twitch, ytb, and so on for viewing."

Abdel looked at the teleprompter outside the camera, speaking at a moderate pace: "Because of the long time span and the large number of participants in this [Lost World] event,

various platforms have prepared multilingual, multi-line, multi-room broadcasts, streaming 24 hours a day to ensure viewers won't miss any match.

Audiences can make predictions based on the commentators' analyses and text notifications from local official agencies."

All major forces have set aside their differences and spared no expense to push this live broadcast, naturally hoping to reap some benefits from the Battleground Game.

With so many viewers worldwide, even if only 0.01% win a prize, that's seventy thousand bottles of Miniature Life Potions,

not to mention the possibility of obtaining a large number of player qualifications and Perfect Level outfits.

For this reason, local official agencies have formed a think tank team, ready to quickly analyze the winning probabilities when players meet on broadcasting screens,

and then send prediction results via text messages to people's phones to maximize the chances of winning—

Of course, this is based on the Battleground Game offering betting options with only two outcomes: win or lose.

In pursuit of benefits from the Battleground Game, major forces cleverly chose to temporarily shelve disputes; regions like Africa, South America, and India have seen artificially-driven local unrest subside.

The people of West Asia, long devastated by war, ironically found long-awaited peace against the backdrop of players fighting fiercely in the Lost World.

"..."

In the room of Wanhe Residential Area, Chaichai rubbed her hands back and forth, not paying much attention to the idle chatter of the commentators on the screen.

The player teleportation time has indeed passed, and the live broadcast may have a few minutes of delay.

"...Okay, we've just received a notification from the Battleground Game."

Abdel tapped his Bluetooth headset, stopped chatting with his colleagues, and faced the camera seriously, "The rules for this event's broadcast have been confirmed.

The live perspective of [Lost World] will appear in the interior of [Lost World] in the form of hovering translucent detectors.

There will be 10 or more detectors, and whenever a battle occurs, the detectors will teleport to the battle location at a position that won't affect the match,

that is, an ob perspective to record the battle footage."

Spitzer Vegan continued: "If multiple battles occur simultaneously, the detectors will split and head to different battlefields.

Players in the [Lost World] will be notified when detectors approach. Players cannot interfere with the detectors.

If a battle ends, the detectors automatically move to the next battle site.

If no battle occurs, the number of detectors will reduce to 10, randomly displaying footage of 10 players.

All footage will be transmitted to our Watcher's information processing center, comprehensively planned, and distributed to various platforms.

Under system rule constraints, we cannot deliberately hide any battle footage."

"Oh, oh."

Sitting on the far right, the decorative mascot Katherine nodded, "This way, we can ensure the fairness, justice, and openness of the event."

"That's correct,"

Abdel nodded, suddenly brightening—at that moment, all intelligent beings worldwide heard the system's cold and mechanical notification sound.

[All detectors have been deployed]

[Betting is now open]

It's here!

Chaichai's heart trembled, and she saw a line of translucent text [Lost World Event] appear before her eyes. Upon clicking it, a player-like panel appeared.

It quickly displayed the IDs of 300 participating players' portal battles, along with a heap of rule explanations.

Indeed, just as some think tanks feared before the event, the Battleground Game doesn't provide a simple ten-round win-loss betting relationship but a dynamic, extremely complex betting question bank.

It has a vast amount of options.

Such as which players will meet, whether a battle will ensue, who will win the battle, which player will be eliminated within 24 hours, and what the reason for elimination would be...

These options stretch endlessly downward.

"Every intelligent being with the right to bet gets one chip every 16.8 hours, a total of ten, and can place a maximum of ten bets.

Betters must participate in betting within 16.8 hours after obtaining a chip, or the chip will be void.

All options will change dynamically; if an option result has occurred, the option disappears, and betters cannot cast votes. If the option situation hasn't occurred, it is considered a failed bet."

Chaichai quickly read through all the rule descriptions, took a deep breath, and said to herself: "So, you can't hoard chips, you must use them the same day, and you have to use them early.

Regarding the number of these options, the probability of guessing correctly is very low.

If you want to get multiple correct guesses consecutively, the probability is even slimmer.

As expected, the system's wool isn't easy to squeeze..."

Chaichai paused, looked at her right arm, and asked seriously: "Did you receive the system notification sound?"

"Reporting to Lady Saint, we received it."

Double Blade Turkey opened its eye on its right arm and replied respectfully: "All 213 Brain Worms left in the Mortal Realm received the system notification sound.

However, those low-intelligence Guard Level and Guard Level hive units did not receive the notification."

"Hmm, as expected."

Chaichai nodded, realizing that the distribution of chips in the Battleground Game was indeed based on possessing independent consciousness and intelligence, not limited by race.

She glanced at the computer screen, where the three narrators had evidently received the analysis results from the think tanks and conveyed their speculations to the global audience.

Meanwhile, local officials were urgently messaging citizens.

"Analyze the possibilities of each option available right now."

As Chaichai instructed the Brain Worm to analyze the situation, she scrolled through the betting options and indeed found the extraordinarily long competitive name of Li Ang, immediately feeling relieved.

"Whew..."

She slowly exhaled a cloud of stale air, looking at the screen.

The narrator finished analyzing the results, officially entering the live broadcast screen—ten detectors have already selected ten players.

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"...So fast?"

In a dim, open space, a black-haired young man with a somewhat vacant expression scratched his head while looking at the translucent floating detector suddenly appearing in the void.

He had just heard the system prompt sound, understood the detector's specific function, and thus did not attack.

"There are many people watching me now, right?"

The black-haired young man looked at the detector, which remained motionless, floating quietly in mid-air without any reaction.

"Alright."

The young man sighed, adjusting his expression, and said to the camera: "Hello everyone, I am Ash, a Lv20 active officer in Team Four of Yin City's Mobile Detachment of the Special Affairs Bureau.

This time, I'm honored to be one of the 300 contestants in the battle for the Door."

The black-haired young man, [True Damage: Ash], who had previously met Li Ang during the Mirage Dragon mission, also participated in the [Lost World] event—compared to other colleagues in the Special Affairs Bureau, his own strength didn't hold much advantage.

But his power system fits perfectly with a magic artifact provided by the Heterodox Academy (Ash's [Firework Ash] skill allows him to transform his body into elements and create weapon and equipment),

combined with good luck, he hadn't encountered exceptionally strong opponents in the [Mirror Realm Corridor] and advanced all the way to now.

"As you can see, the place where I am seems to be an abandoned, extremely vast enclosed garbage dump, filled with the remnants of pressed engineering machinery."

Ash stamped his foot on the giant abandoned mechanical debris and said softly: "The architectural style here is completely different from the real world.

The interior space of the buildings is broad and dead silent, with only emergency lights as a light source.

The place is filled with complex, dense, stacked, and crossed pipes of unclear function, with some pipes hanging in mid-air, seemingly established as traffic roads.

Although I haven't seen the indigenous residents of this world, I personally think they wouldn't be purely human—the cockpit shapes of some engineering machinery don't align with human ergonomics."

As an officer of the Special Affairs Bureau's Mobile Detachment, Ash had already released drones to scout the surrounding environment.

He's now narrating to the detector mostly to help his colleagues in the real world gather intelligence for better judgment.

"...There's another very important point."

Ash rubbed his fingers together, activating the [Firework Ash] skill; his index and thumb turned into gray ash, reconstructed into the shape of a flashlight,

emitting light and illuminating the white belt tied at his waist.

"This belt called the [Security Guard Authentication Particle Half-life Radiation Device] was tied to my waist when I was transported here, seemingly removable."

Ash lightly pressed the buckle of the belt, speaking softly: "I don't know the situation of other players.

If, in your perspectives, the other 9 players also have the same belt, the situation is very dire...

The box beside the belt displays a constantly counting down 24-hour period.

Based on the name of the belt device,

I believe it might be a protective measure.

During the first 24 hours, it protects players from the harm of certain elements in the Lost World.

If it exceeds 24 hours and the blue crystal powder in the diamond-shaped container is not replenished, the protection disappears.

This means players might not be able to stay in one place, turtle up for seven days,

but instead must quickly act, within limited time, to find the blue crystal powder,

even going as far as actively searching for and attacking other players.

It's akin to a speed limiter set in a kill-field game."

Ash paused for a moment, then slowly said: "Though I don't know what the specific threat in the [Lost World] is, its ability to serve as a speed limiter,

proves that the kill-field game believes it is enough to pose a threat to the vast majority of participating players..."

His words abruptly trailed off, as if Ash sensed something, his face changed drastically, and the light from his fingers suddenly extinguished.

The vast space plunged into darkness and dead silence once more.

In the real world, some viewers watching Ash's perspective hadn't yet recovered from his analysis of "players being forced to hunt each other," when they saw the screen suddenly turn black,

buzz—

The detector floating in mid-air emitted a barely audible sound.

The original colorful screen switched to a green night vision view.

!!

TVs, computers, tablets, phones,

Viewers watching the live broadcast on different devices exclaimed in shock, even in horror.

In the green night vision view,

from a giant cracked pipe above the enclosed garbage dump where Ash was, odd-shaped mechanical creations continually crawled out.

These things were sized and shaped similar to ordinary pet dogs,

completely covered in white cloth, possessing limbs but lacking a head and tail,

The supposed head position only had a rectangular LCD screen, displaying red otherworldly text,

each "mechanical dog" showcasing different text.

Tens of thousands of mechanical headless dogs crawled out of the cracked pipe.

Their split-toed limbs adeptly latching onto the pipes and walls, moving silently.

Viewers could only see the dots of light on the head of the mechanical headless dogs, densely packed,

like a swarm of ants climbing towards Ash below, from slow to fast, ever accelerating.

What's going on?!

Wasn't the authentication particle radiation device said to protect players from attacks during the first 24 hours?

Was the hypothesis wrong?

Or did Ash do something wrong to attract these creatures?

The same question appeared in the minds of the narrator, viewers, and Ash.

Bang!

The broken pipe exploded open, an almost limitless swarm of mechanical headless dogs fell like torrential rain, submerging and burying the entire garbage dump.