Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 751 - 14: Prohibition of the Use of Weapons as Punishment

Chapter 751: Chapter 14: Prohibition of the Use of Weapons as Punishment

An extra update for our alliance lord, Festival of Heaven!

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"Mei Jueye, calm down. You cannot give in to despair like this. No matter what happens, it can always be reversed." The old principal recognized the identity of the high school student. Ignoring the blood dripping from his nose, he stepped forward, trying to stop the conflict between the two parties. "As for you, young man, you should also put your gun down. We can talk about this."

Mei Jueye completely ignored the old principal and stared fixedly at Tang Zheng, thumb pressing on the detonator.

"Dean, Mei Jueye is a bad guy. He kidnapped me and murdered those young people and me." From Gu Xueqi. Knowing that the principal is an upright and gracious old man, respected by the teachers and students of the entire school, Gu Xueqi didn’t want to see him misled.

"But isn’t everyone alive and well? There must have been some misunderstanding; let’s not be impulsive. Let’s sit down and talk about it. Violence and bloodshed will only make things worse." With a patient and comforting demeanor, the old principal continued to try to persuade everyone.

"Hey, old man, perhaps you don’t know what he’s done, right? Using a pregnant woman as a human shield, killing indiscriminately...he’s utterly despicable." Pang Meiqin could not stand the old man’s holier-than-thou attitude, so she said, thinking that it served him right for having been beaten up by that group of young people at the rock show.

"Looking at your actions, it seems that you probably wouldn’t be considered ’good people’ either." The old principal spoke bluntly, retorting to stewardess Pang Meiqin, then he turned to Tang Zheng, "I can tell that you’re the leader. Tell them to put down their weapons, and we can have a proper discussion."

"Mei Jueye, have you seen your father recently? He promised me that he would turn over a new leaf. I’ve visited him lately, and he’s always working late into the night, just trying to earn enough tuition for your college. You can’t let him down." The old principal started to talk about familial bonds, hoping to persuade the high school student.

The corners of Mei Jueye’s mouth twitched, and he gripped the detonator even more tightly. He finally understood why his home had been so tidy, and why his alcoholic father had been coming home so late.

"I should have known." Mei Jueye forced a bitter smile. He remembered seeing his father that night, wearing a sweat-soaked work suit covered in stains, his face exhausted, and that final touch, the chill of his father’s fingertips.

"Mei Jueye, don’t do something foolish. Your father is waiting for you to come home." The old principal had no idea that Mei Jueye’s father was dead.

"Home? Where is home now?" Mei Jueye suddenly felt disheartened. He had planned to take everyone down with him, but very quickly swallowed his words. Tang Zheng had a high defensive power and would definitely survive, which was unacceptable for him.

The tense atmosphere filled the pallid room. All of the newbies were staring at Mei Jueye, not daring to breathe. Suddenly, the black cube began to rotate and float in mid-air. A slow version of the International Song started to play. The Silver Trojan was becoming emotional.

"Toys, please me with your pitiful lives and sweet blood!"

All the newbies were stunned, oblivious to what was happening. However, they became shockingly confused the next moment when Silver Trojan’s tone changed abruptly.

"Due to your violation of the rules prohibiting unauthorized combat in the Trojan Room, severe punishment will be imposed. For the next seven days of the game, you will be deprived of the ability to utilize space props, unable to retrieve any weapons or equipment. You can only acquire them in the game."

"This is not fair." Chen Hong shouted immediately. Fighting bare-handed? How was that any different from being dispatched directly to your death? The Conquerors, too, frowned unanimously. Their combat power would at least be halved without powerful weapons.

"Hmph, be grateful. I’m showing mercy by not stripping you of your protective clothing." The Trojan spoke menacingly, providing a small concession for the incapacitated young rock musician lying on the floor. "You are a despicable person. I like you very much, so this is a little favor for you."

"Thank you, thank you." The youth, thinking the Trojan was asking for his mercy, cried out his thanks with tears running down his face. But in the next second, his pleas turned into screams.

This was because a white beam of light shot out from one of the corners of the cube, blowing apart the youth’s other foot.

"Alright, it’s symmetrical now. Let’s play some music to celebrate." The Trojan started playing a random, hodgepodge piano tune.

A silence fell over the newbies. They felt chills run down their spines, finally realizing the Silver Trojan’s cruel humor—sadistic, perverse, and unpredictable.

Six of the rock musician’s companions didn’t dare to plead on his behalf.

"Who are you? This is cruel." The old principal stepped forward again and reprimanded the Trojan, "Quickly call for an ambulance. Send him to the hospital. Otherwise, the law won’t let you off."

"An overly righteous old man. Good man Tang, you’re in trouble this time," The Silver Trojan taunted and ignored them. "The survival challenge game will begin in five minutes. Due to the extreme difficulty, you will be provided with three starter kits: firearms, ten ammo clips, and cold weapons. However, due to the seven-day punishment, usage of these weapons will be restricted."

"In addition to this, you will also get a wristwatch radar. It will guide you in completing tasks. Losing it means death."

A cross-shaped hollow steel frame was raised, laid out with an array of black baked-paint firearms and metal boxes. The newbies looked at each other, none daring to move.

The five thugs exchanged glances, their eyes greedily fixated on the firearms.

The Conquerors quickly walked up to the steel frame, took the radar wristwatches, and started familiarizing themselves with their operation.

"Not much time left, hurry up and get equipped." Li Xinlan urged the newbies as the countdown had already begun.

"What’s the mission?" Dantai paid ten points to inquire about the clearance requirements.

"Every one of you is required to collect fragments of souls. Once you’ve gathered a certain amount, you can pass." The Trojan didn’t conceal it, seemingly because the task was extremely challenging.

"And how many should we collect?" Chen Hong, fraught with anxiety, hurriedly asked. As a washed-up star with self-awareness, she loathed these games that emphasized individual abilities.

"No details, I can only say that the more, the better. So, you should give up the idea of helping each other early. It’s a grab-and-go survival game where a single fragment of the soul can potentially determine your life or death." The Silver Trojan mocked the toys and gave a warning, "Little Orange is pitiful, but there’s no way around it. These are the rules of the Trojan Horse Game. However, within my authority, I can arrange the hunting area for Tang Zheng and Little Orange together."

The newbies had no time to care about who Little Orange was. Once they got their equipment, some were familiarizing themselves with it, some were discussing with puzzled looks on their faces, and some were watching the Trojan, listening to its explanation.

The conquerors sighed. This kind of task was obviously a death sentence for Little Orange. Even if she activates her Seed Ability, she won’t be able to use it effectively.

"What’s a hunting zone?" Pang Meiqin also didn’t fancy this kind of task, "This is simply an intentional attempt to eliminate us, the weaklings."

"Every survivor has his or her hunting zone. You have to kill the Demonic Shadows in it and collect soul shards."

"What if we’ve hunted everything in our own zone, can we go to someone else’s turf?" Ruan Fei Fei was still confident and never conceded to failure.

"You can, but there will be unexpected surprises waiting for you. Don’t lose your life because of it." The Trojan laughed uproariously, obviously thinking of something amusing.

Twenty-two, twenty-one, the countdown was about to end.

"So, we can only use the equipment after seven days?" Tang Zheng believed that there had to be other unlocking conditions, otherwise, it would be too harsh.

"Gathering a certain number of soul shards will remove the punishment." The Trojan appeared somewhat reluctant, "But I always felt this kind of loophole was made for you. Good guy Tang, how about we make a deal? I can let everyone else off the punishment and use the equipment. But only you, can’t use it until the end of the task. How does that sound?"

"Don’t listen to it." Qin Yan didn’t want Tang Zheng to accept such conditions for their sake.

"Uncle, I won’t let you do it." Lu Fan clung to Tang Zheng’s arm, fearing his charitable nature would get the better of him.

"Tang Zheng, there’s no need. Those damn newbies, even if they have weapons, won’t last till the end." Dantai shook his head in disagreement.

All the newbies turned their eyes to Tang Zheng. To tell the truth, a few of them hoped that Tang Zheng would agree.

"In my opinion, sacrificing one to save everyone else is something worth considering." An elite-looking man named Liu Qian, who coveted the down jacket of Song Huiqiao, stood up and suggested loudly.

"Who? Does someone have a death wish?" Lu Fan was instantly enraged like a female leopard, staring intently at Liu Qian, "Believe it or not, I’ll kill you right now?"

"Actually, I think Liu Qian’s suggestion is good. This way we can maximize efficiency. Of course, we won’t let Mr. Tang suffer. With weapons, we can protect him and give him a portion of the harvested soul shards unconditionally as compensation." A man with golden glasses stepped forward, very composed.

"Beauty, you guys protect Tang Zheng? He could wipe you all out even without using his hands." Pang Meiqin sneered, these newbies were classmates and naturally sided with the golden glasses guy.

"You don’t have to say anything, let me finish. In the end, he’s the one who does not have to risk his life to get the shards, he’s actually the one profiting." The man with the golden glasses seemed sincere, but in fact never had any intention of keeping his word. He only thought of getting the weapon usage rights first. Once they entered their own hunting zones, it wouldn’t matter who you are.

"I think the proposal is good." Students of the golden glasses guy started to support him. After all, they had to participate in an unknown survival game, and it was naturally safer to have weapons.

"What about the rest of you?" The man with golden glasses completely ignored Tang Zheng and asked the five hoodlums next to him. Having never witnessed the true combat power of the conquerors, he thought they were as good as their firearms.

"Interesting, very interesting." The Trojan actually stopped the countdown to watch these people wrangle.

"Oh, so you guys think that everyone has a gun now, and no one fears anyone, so you’re planning to pressure Tang Zheng to agree by voting?" Yu Manli sneered, staring at these newbies, "I’m the first to disagree."

"I also disagree." Bai Guo and Jing Xiang immediately raised their hands in succession.

"What about the rest of you?" The man with golden glasses looked at the rocker who immediately nodded, and then he asked the group of officials.

As expected of officials, they would not easily declare their stance. One by one, they looked at each other like old foxes, and after exchanging glances, they all fell silent.

"What about the two of you?" The man with golden glasses looked at the couple, Chu Baichuan.

"Dumb~ass, do you really need to ask?" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it on qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)