Chapter 837: Chapter 801: Timid and Fearful Gu Bengbeng

The death of number 1133 momentarily froze the lower-class people in the square, but perhaps a continuous series of deaths had left them numb, or perhaps the long-standing autocratic rule of the Upper Class People had led them only to obey.

No one questioned this game that deliberately concealed key information.

They just thought 1133 was too unlucky and frantically prayed that their own luck wouldn’t mirror his.

They still rushed to climb upward, as if eager to prove they would be the lucky ones to get the permit.

The sound of falling continuously resonated through the square, some fell accidentally while climbing the ladder, and others unfortunately drew a death-representing skull from the envelope.

Teacher Slaughter passionately hosted, and every time someone fell, he would make a false expression of regret.

"Ah, yet another Hero has departed from us, but this means there’s one less competitor, and the chances for everyone present to get the permit have increased! The sacrifices of the sacrificial are not without gain, as you can see, there are more spectators here now."

turned to look at the outskirts of the square.

They saw sporadic Upper Class People gradually arriving, and the large screen on the platform was broadcasting live on television, showing that this show planned by Teacher Slaughter was very popular, and the Upper Class People who saw the broadcast couldn’t wait to come to watch in person.

"I heard the programs hosted by Jile Island and Joyful City are the most boring, directly letting lower-class people go up one by one to give speeches. The audience over there heard our show is not only interesting but has intense competition, so they’ve all come here." One Upper Class Person next to 007 was talking to his fellow companion.

He mentioned that Jile Island and Joyful City are names of Upper Class People residential areas.

noticed the Upper Class Person talking was holding something similar to a mobile phone from Earth, suggesting they used these for communication.

"Sebastian, you’re here." At this moment, a newly arrived Upper Class Person came to the audience and greeted with one seated in front of 007, seemingly old acquaintances.

"Ryan, weren’t you watching the show at Upper Village, why did you come to Pleasure City?" The one called Sebastian greeted the new arrival and asked.

"Don’t even start, they said there was some accident in an important place a few days ago, and the original host from Upper Village went to handle it. They replaced him with a rookie who hosted a show that makes you not want to watch at all. We’ve heard the show here is very passionate, so we came over to check it out."

He said, looking up at the glass shed overhead.

There were already quite a few bodies lying up there, which made him whistle joyfully: "Seems indeed quite passionate."

More and more new Upper Class People came, all drawn by the reputation.

Most of their tickets hadn’t been cast yet, and at this moment a small group of them was circling around the ballot boxes, seemingly intending to vote.

"With more and more spectators, this means our contestants here can receive more votes than in other areas! Maybe our place can occupy most of the top fifty, it’s the glory created by everyone together!" Teacher Slaughter’s face was filled with an undeniable smile.

His words seemed like a stimulant, greatly boosting the morale of the contestants. They were eager to show themselves, to quickly obtain a permit to go up and give speeches, so that the Upper Class People would focus on them.

They climbed upwards, panting, almost forgetting fatigue, forgetting danger.

Forgetting about danger led to more and more accidents.

More people fell off the ladder, and at this moment there were only a small number of mobile lower-class people left.

saw an Upper Class Person standing in front of a ballot box, it was 1129’s ballot box, and the Upper Class Person looked at it with great interest for a while, then cast two votes into it. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

But 1129 was already dead, just a short time ago.

He was climbing a ladder hanging from a heart-shaped hot air balloon when he missed a step and fell. Several drones were filming him, capturing the grim scene of him hitting the ground first-hand.

Perhaps the two votes were that Upper Class Person’s reward for his contribution of such an eye-catching corpse.

Gu Mian still stood behind the ballot box, not climbing the ladder.

But he was like a hook, and when the Upper Class People saw him, they couldn’t help but be drawn in.

"Why don’t you climb the ladder?" At this moment, an Upper Class Person stood in front of Gu Mian, asking him condescendingly.

"I’m afraid of dying." Gu Mian opened his eyes wide, with a fearful look.

The Upper Class Person snorted: "Truly cowardly."

He didn’t like lower-class people, especially cowardly lower-class people. Normally, he would’ve lost all interest in the person in front of him, turned away, and continued watching the exciting performance in the square.

But now, he found the person in front of him more and more unpleasant, simultaneously sparking a malicious thought.

Really curious to see what a timid coward would be like if promoted to the second stage, probably so scared that he’d call for his mother on the spot.

Thinking of this, he showed a pleased smile and as if enchanted, cast both of his two votes into Gu Mian’s ballot box.

"Alright, his allure seems quite strong for the Upper Class People." From the audience, 007 observed, noting that several passing Upper Class People have already voted for Gu Mian.

But all things considered, Gu Mian now had just over ten votes, at most twenty, which couldn’t compare with the thousand votes of the first place on the screen.

"If he can’t smoothly squeeze into the top fifty to enter the second stage of the variety show, should we come up with another plan to save him?" 007 had already begun considering what to do if Gu Mian failed to advance.

Although there were many spectators at Pleasure Heavenly City, most hadn’t voted yet.

They were still watching the exciting Heavenly Ladder program, and so far, no one had successfully obtained a permit to go up and give a speech. Those who reached the top all drew skulls, then fell down with expressions of unwillingness and fear.

"Did the host really put a permit in the basket of the hot air balloon?" 007 couldn’t help but ask.