I'm not a theatre god

On the old platform, this slowly walking light immediately attracted the attention of several people.

The man was wearing a fluorescent robe, which was extremely conspicuous under the kerosene lamp, like a glowing light bulb. On his chest and back, there were two white numbers "17", and a work card was hung on his chest.

"I am the on-site referee of this trial, No. 17." The man glanced at everyone, took out a few forms from his arms, and held a pen in his other hand, and spoke again, "Are you all here to participate in the trial? Report your name."

"Lin Yan."

"Jian Wubing."

"..."

After everyone reported their names, the referee matched the names on the forms with the black and white photos one by one. The backgrounds of those photos were all in the office, and it seemed that they were secretly taken when they submitted the registration form to prevent the applicants from not matching the actual participants and triggering cheating by substitutes.

After confirming the identities of several people, the referee nodded slightly:

"There is still one hour and twenty-five minutes before the competition officially begins. Next, I will set the starting location for each of you. You need to walk there by yourself. When the fireworks are launched at twelve o'clock, it will be considered as the start."

"The starting location?"

"In order to prevent participants from forming groups in advance and affecting the fairness of the competition, we will set the starting location for everyone. Some members of organizations with official backgrounds will also be deliberately separated." The referee said calmly, "At the same time, during this competition, it is forbidden to have more than three people walking together. Once discovered, they will be warned for the first time, and will be directly disqualified for the second offense."

Hearing this, Chen Ling felt that the five major realms were really serious this time. Not only did they not give any preferential treatment to their official organizations, but they deliberately weakened their advantages and left opportunities to civilians... From the perspective of humans, they are too eager for fresh blood.

"This competition will last for 48 hours, during which you can use any method to reduce the number of participants.

In addition, we have hidden a 'dark palace' in the old district, which contains a 'privilege'. This 'privilege' will be related to the final competition for the [Tongtian Star Position] and will bring great advantages to the owner.

When the countdown enters the last three hours, the Starlight Throne will rise in seven locations in the old district. When the countdown ends, the seven people sitting on the Starlight Throne will become candidates for the [Tongtian Star Position]."

The referee used the most concise language to directly summarize the requirements of this competition, and then calmly asked:

"Do you understand?"

"I understand."

"Now, you can take the kerosene lamp and set off."

The referee marked the initial positions of everyone present on a map. After each of them took note, they carried kerosene lamps from behind the station and dispersed to the dark old district.

Jian Changsheng carried a kerosene lamp and walked side by side with Chen Ling in the abandoned city. The hazy starlight seemed to sprinkle a light white frost on the road. At the end of the street in the distance, the faint light of other kerosene lamps could be seen, like fireflies, walking silently.

"Don't mention it, this is quite an atmosphere." In the darkness, Jian Changsheng seemed a little excited, "If I can get that [Tongtian Star Position], I can also change my luck... From now on, I will say goodbye to this fucked up life."

"Then do your best."

"...Why are you so cold?"

"In the script, people who usually say such lines don't survive more than three episodes."

"..."Jian Changsheng gritted his teeth, "No, you have no interest in this star position?"

"A little, but not much." Chen Ling smiled slightly, "Compared to the result of snatching it, I prefer to enjoy the process... This kind of stage that gathers all the Shinto geniuses is rare in a century."

"What a pervert."

Jian Changsheng rolled his eyes, walked to a crossroads with Chen Ling, and stopped.

"My initial position is here, what about you?"

"In the opposite direction of you."

"Okay, let's split up." Jian Changsheng was about to leave, and suddenly seemed to remember something, "By the way, if you meet that bitch of Diamond 6, remember to give him a good beating for me!"

"..."

Chen Ling did not answer, just waved his hand, and then walked straight into the darkness.

For some reason, the organizer seemed to think that he and Jian Changsheng were companions, and specially set the initial positions of the two people far apart. Chen Ling walked for a full twenty minutes before he arrived at his location.

It was an abandoned residential building with about seven floors. From the outside, it looked like an old community before the catastrophe, but now the facade has long been dilapidated... When Chen Ling saw this scene, he felt like he was in a disaster doomsday movie.

The light of the kerosene lamp blurred the dilapidated stairs. Chen Ling walked up step by step. After reaching the top of the building, he looked around...

In the field of vision, he saw two halos of kerosene lamps, one in the residential building opposite him, and the other on the street not far away.

After Chen Ling appeared, the kerosene lamp on the street went out. It should be that the man noticed that there were two competitors around him and felt a little dangerous, so he turned off his own light source and completely hid in the darkness to avoid being killed and eliminated at the beginning.

On the other hand, the kerosene lamp on the building opposite Chen Ling was still bright. It seemed that the man was somewhat confident in his own strength.

Chen Ling narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw this scene.

"The strong show their fangs, and the weak hide in the darkness... Although it is the most reasonable approach, it is too conventional."

Everyone wants to live to the end and compete for those seven positions, so they will be more conservative at the beginning... But Chen Ling is different. What he wants is not the final result, but to earn money in a short period of time. Enough expectations.

Today, his audience's expectation is still stuck at 51%, but if he wants to be reborn safely and restore his arm, he needs at least an expectation of 70% or more...

After all, it is difficult to survive to the end with only one hand in this arena full of monsters and geniuses.

In Chen Ling's slightly narrowed eyes, a glimmer of light flashed,

He grasped the palm of the kerosene lamp and suddenly tightened it. Wisps of electric light wandered on it. The next moment, a raging flame directly exploded the kerosene lamp to pieces!

Bang--! !

A crisp explosion sounded,

A scorching and bright pillar of fire shot directly into the sky from Chen Ling's position, like a candle dragon flying under the night sky, instantly attracting the attention of all participants within a radius of more than ten kilometers!

At the same time, the participant upstairs opposite Chen Ling saw the extremely arrogant fireworks, and his mouth opened wide unconsciously... as if he had seen a ghost!

When everyone was thinking about extinguishing the flames or protecting themselves wisely, the fierce man on the opposite side actually led the flames directly into the sky!

[Audience Expectation Value +3]

[Current expected value: 54%]