Chapter 834: Chapter 798: The Heavenly Ladder Game Arrives with a Bang

But even just looking at the top of his head, she could tell Mr. Green’s dejection.

"I wonder what kind of show that pink host planned." 007 glanced at the hot air balloons in the sky, then at the glass ceiling overhead, some speculation forming in his mind.

Chu Changge was focused on Teacher Slaughter on the high platform—probably noticing the audience’s queries, he had already started to animatedly introduce the program he had planned.

A somewhat shrill voice played out from the large speakers on either side, and 007 saw the dust in the air trembling.

"I trust everyone here has seen the Slaughter Games, and knows my name, Teacher Slaughter, knowing I never create boring shows just to please the crowd."

As he spoke, a determined expression appeared on his face, suddenly stretching both arms wide open, as if preparing for an embrace.

The cameraman zoomed out with his movements, capturing Teacher Slaughter fully in the frame.

The large screen on the high platform provided a close-up of him opening his arms to embrace everyone.

But without the screen, just looking at the actual scene, Teacher Slaughter, barely 1.6 meters tall, doing this action was truly comical, causing a few Upper Class People in the audience area to laugh.

With his arms spread wide, Teacher Slaughter slowly rotated side to side, then pompously tilted his head upwards: "Today’s program will definitely not disappoint! I’m delighted that all of you could join us today! Welcome to today’s—Heavenly Ladder Game!"

As he finished speaking, his arms sank lower, attempting to open them wider.

At the same time, a "boom" sounded in the sky.

It came from those hot air balloons overhead.

moved his gaze from Teacher Slaughter to the varied forms of hot air balloons in the sky.

Below the balloons, white smoke erupted, and then ropes of soft ladders fell from them, with one end attached to the baskets under the hot air balloons, and the other almost reaching the ground.

A few ladders fell striking the glass ceiling, making "pattering" sounds.

The music that had been playing also transitioned into its most jubilant, most exhilarating phase.

In the plaza filled with soft ladders, amidst the deafening music, Teacher Slaughter displayed a joyful expression: "The lower-class folks are so ignorant and shallow, letting them take turns giving speeches, listening to them say those dry and uninspiring things—what’s the point of that? I, Teacher Slaughter, certainly won’t let everyone down;

"Even for speeches, there should be some elements of competition, especially considering there are two hundred lower-class people present; if we proceed in sequence, letting them express their yearning for the Upper Class lifestyle, or deliver some flattering compliments, I’m afraid we wouldn’t finish listening to their lengthy diatribes by tonight."

Laughter erupted from the audience.

"Opportunities must be seized by oneself, the Upper Class only listens to the voices of those who take initiative—do you see those hot air balloons in the sky? Climb up those ladders, and obtain the permit from the baskets of the balloons, you can then come to this much-anticipated stage and tell your story."

The lower-class people surrounding the plaza timidly gazed at the sky.

The hot air balloons were very high, in the eyes of the lower-class people, these balloons seemed almost as high as the clouds floating in the sky.

And the soft ladders hanging from the balloons appeared so delicate and fragile, lightly swaying with the wind, they seemed barely able to support the weight of even a dog. Of course, due to malnutrition, most of the lower-class people present weighed little more than a large dog. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Next to Chu Changge and 007 sat an Upper Class person who brought a large dog to watch the show.

didn’t recognize the breed of dogs in Paradise, he could only tell it was a big yellow dog with enormous ears, its fur gleaming, obediently eating the treats its owner fetched from the table.

Perhaps because of the Beast Tamer’s profession, the big yellow dog kept wagging its tail at 007, looking at him with its shiny eyes.

forced his gaze away from the dog to look at Gu Mian.

If she didn’t look, she wouldn’t know; once she did, she got a fright.

"Look what he’s doing?" 007 leaned close to Chu Changge and whispered, trying not to let those around them hear their conversation.

The "he" referred to Gu Mian, both of them understood.

Chu Changge was originally focused on the hot air balloons in the sky, but upon hearing 007, he turned towards Gu Mian.

Gu Mian was still examining the 1118 voting box in front of him, with even greater "depth" than before—he had thrust his arm into the voting slot, seemingly attempting to dismantle the box.

The voting slot on the box was a rectangular opening, just enough to accommodate a person’s arm.

Luckily, everyone’s attention was currently on Teacher Slaughter and the balloons in the sky, so nobody noticed Gu Mian’s misdeeds.

"What’s he doing? Is he trying to dismantle the box?" 007 whispered her guess.

Chu Changge shook his head.

Gu Mian needs to qualify for the second and third stages to save Lu Yi, he shouldn’t dismantle the voting box right from the start.

After all, there are two thousand lower-class people competing in the first stage, only the top fifty in votes can advance to the second stage. If Gu Mian dismantles the voting box right from the start, let alone making it into the top fifty, he wouldn’t receive a single vote.

As expected, after fumbling around inside the box, Gu Mian withdrew his arm, not intending to destroy the voting box in front of him.

Seeing this, 007 finally breathed a sigh of relief. If Gu Mian had really destroyed the box, she wouldn’t know where to cast her ballot shortly.

She then looked at Mr. Green beside Gu Mian, who was standing behind the 1117 voting box; earlier, she could only see the sadness at the top of his head, but now half of Mr. Green’s body was visible to 007.

He shuffled a few steps toward Gu Mian, nodded his head as if saying something to him.

noticed his face full of worry as he pointed at the hot air balloons in the sky, then at the voting box in front, seemingly saying, "There’s no way we can climb up there."

The expressions on the faces of the other lower-class folks were similar to Mr. Green’s.

They exchanged perplexed looks, secretly communicating among themselves, the plaza filled with the murmurs of low-level discussions among the lower-class folks.

"Those ladders don’t look very sturdy..."

"And they seem slippery, might slide down."

"No, no, it’s simply too high, I don’t dare to climb up."

Some even nervously retreated several steps, not daring to look up at those potentially deadly ladders.

Seeing the contestants backing out, Teacher Slaughter’s face showed a mocking smile: "Look, lower-class folks are exactly that—lower-class, not even as good as circus dogs. Look at their timid expressions, they weren’t like this when they first arrived;

"Back then, they wore smugness on their faces, probably thinking it was finally their chance to shine. I knew lower-class folks love to reap without sowing, but I didn’t expect them to be so greedy, just a little obstacle and they wish to retreat;

"What, did lower-class folks fantasize that we would feed them with a big spoon when they arrived, thinking from now on they could live a carefree life without any effort?"