Deep in the Living
Chapter 403 - 391: Registrant

Chapter 403: Chapter 391: Registrant

[Death Grand Challenge]

As the name suggests,

this large-scale game is divided into several levels. Although mainly participants are registered servants, some levels may involve cooperation between masters and servants.

Layer by layer, they break through the challenges, ultimately deciding the sole winner.

The current number of registrations has exceeded a thousand, and vying for the top position is not an easy task.

Even so, everyone is eager to participate, eager to experience this monthly event. The reason is simple, even if they die, it is only the servants who die, while their masters enjoy themselves in the audience area, even partaking indirectly through gambling.

After Luo Di completed his registration and followed the two sisters to the waiting area, the registration area remained crowded.

A waiter wearing a frog mask is conducting a cranial examination on a blonde girl.

"Sprouting phase, no equipment carried, no anomalies within the body, please pay a registration fee of twenty Corner coins.

Please proceed directly to the waiting area afterward; our boss will announce this month’s Death Grand Challenge rules and the final reward once the registration concludes."

"Okay."

The skull is closed, and the blonde-haired, blue-eyed servant steps back, letting her master, a black-haired woman, sign the registration form and pay the fee.

With the standard registration complete, as one master and one servant were about to leave,

the frog mask conceals eyes that have undergone special training, suddenly catching sight of something.

For a moment, she suddenly feels that this master and servant, despite their different age, height, and hair color, share a certain resemblance, as if they are the same person.

"Wait."

As the frog waiter utters this,

the two turn around, each glaring with distinctly different eyes, the blonde girl’s neck still tethered with a rope, devoid of light in her eyes, while the black-haired woman casts a look of impatience.

The frog waiter’s sense of discord disappears instantly; she quickly bows apologetically, "Sorry, it was my mistake."

And so, the black-haired woman leads the girl to the waiting area, turning into the restroom en route. Perhaps because she needs to keep her special servant in check all the time, they enter the same stall.

Ka!

Once the stall is fully locked and enclosed, it seems as if there’s a layer of skin against the door panel, completely isolating the inside from the outside.

Their behavior, eye movements, and pupil size all become identical.

The same words spill from their mouths, softly:

"I must say, these auditors are carefully chosen, able to faintly discern my capabilities. Not surprised it’s the famed real death game, truly dangerous~ Though I’ve done my best, are there still flaws?

I hope to get something good this time, and help Luo Di with some potential troubles."

After the pair exits the restroom, they head to the sink area.

Running water splashes on their faces to stimulate their fatigued brain nerves; they seem to have traveled a great distance to get here, and encountered a few troubles along the way, but have resolved them.

When the liquid touches their faces, viewed from a certain angle, perhaps through mirror reflection, one would discover that their faces are almost identical,

transforming into that of an Oriental girl.

...

There’s only one minute remaining until registration ends.

Yet the registration area remains packed, everyone anxious, even willing to pay extra to buy spots ahead in the line.

Of course,

the queuing scene remains harmonious; any creature with a shred of sanity or survival instinct dares not cause trouble here.

Countdown, 30 seconds remaining.

An entity who spent a hefty sum to cut ahead in line, just finished having their servant inspected and is about to receive the registration form, suddenly hears a sound.

A screeching sound produced by friction against a balloon’s surface.

Simultaneously, his peripheral vision catches a glimpse of red, and looking over, he finds a red balloon floating in the corner of the hall.

He pays it no mind, racing to fill out the form.

Yet during the process, he notices that the red balloon is steadily approaching, floating from its corner position toward his side.

His registration form has only one line left, but the balloon is now beside him, even pressing against his arm, forcing him to turn to look.

Buzz!

His thoughts suddenly freeze, halting the registration, he naturally turns and smiles at the figure behind him.

"Isn’t this Joke? What a coincidence, you didn’t seem to bring a servant, how about we join forces for the registration? My servant was bought at a high price from the talent market; though not guaranteed to win, at least it can clear a few levels."

Behind him, the so-called "Joke" simply maintains a smile, nodding slightly.

The monster immediately adds Joke’s name to the form, completing the registration at the last moment.

Pattering the shoulder, they head to the waiting area, chatting like long-time friends who’ve shared life and death. But careful observation reveals a sense of discord, with only this person speaking, while Joke mostly just nods.

As for this person’s tethered servant, somehow connected by a balloon string to Joke.

The servant’s body is undergoing an unknown transformation; outwardly, very little has changed, except for the lips turning a brighter red. The formerly lifeless expression now appears cheerful, even showing a faint smile.

...

Waiting area.

Thousands of monsters and their servants await within this completely sealed cubic space, following the completion of outside registration, with everyone inside.

Boom!

The entrance closes.

The interior falls into darkness.

All arrivals fall into silence, complete quiet.

Hua Yuan connects through a flower stem growing to Luo Di’s finger, transmitting sound:

"The creator of the real death game, also one of the city’s administrators, [Question Mark] is about to appear. Be sure not to show any disrespect, or not even your grandmother can protect you."

Luo Di uses the flower stem to transmit sound back: "Stronger than grandmother?"

"I can’t assess the strength between them, but likely so. All right~ just listen obediently."

Transmission ends.

Not long after,

a spotlight beams down, shining upon the platform area at the front.

An individual clad in standard pitch-black attire, head covered by a sack marked with yellow tape bearing a [?] walks out.

The spotlight follows his steps.

Upon reaching a certain spot, he abruptly stops.

Raises a hand, makes an [OK] gesture towards an upper position. An energetic musical rhythm seeped through the walls.

This person starts a dance, akin to a robot dance, joints twisting with high complexity yet retaining rhythm and grace.

Initially, Luo Di feels abrupt; after all, the spontaneous dance in such a death game venue.

But as the dance continues, his body is drawn into the rhythm, fingers begin to move to the beat, feet tapping steadily.

Dance concludes,

immediately followed by thunderous applause, even cheers from some.

Feeling the eyes of the crowd, the individual’s sack head slightly writhes, the [?] shifting horizontally into a smiley face.

A magnetic and penetrating voice emits from within the sack, spreading across the waiting area:

"Thank you all, really appreciate everyone’s registration for the monthly Death Grand Challenge! The number of registrations exceeded expectations by 20%, promising top-quality game results.

Sparing words.

This Death Grand Challenge, the reward for the ultimate winner will be revealed immediately.

Ta-da!"

His hand moves behind, next reappearing with an object.

A pitch-black [Plant Pot] with a human-like sheen on the surface.

Upon seeing such a special plant pot, both servants and monsters widen their eyes, their brain’s pituitary producing stimulating fluids, abnormal excitement.

Hua Yuan rapidly spins the floral eyes, whispering:

"Luo Di, I’ve changed my mind! You must survive until the end, strive for the ultimate victory..."

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