Return Of The Monarch

On the second floor of a school building, Feng Hui swiftly dealt with another hoard of undead. After the tenth white portal was closed, a sudden booming voice resounded. Behind him, a large assembly of fifty students became startled. Of the near ten-thousand Fudan High population, over half had perished to the monsters.

"The mission has been deemed successful. Congratulations Fudan High, an award awaits on the outermost school field. If the player is not present within the time limit, the player's soul will be terminated." The deep male voice contained no emotion, and he also did not reveal the time limit; therefore, the students were left clueless on the details. Without a timer, they could only immediately rush toward the field.

Feng Hui lifted his brow, and he studied the school. At most, he had eliminated only a tenth of the total portals, but the mission had been achieved? In his mind, there was no such thing as free lunch, and the mission was likely only a prelude of the danger to come.

Naturally, Feng Hui did not allocate the attributes distributed. The spellcaster had f.o.r.c.i.b.l.y implanted a [Player Status] in his mind, although he could have repelled it, he did not wish to draw unnecessary attention to himself.

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{Feng Hui}

✧Human

✧Attribute Points

Power: 10 (White)

Speed: 10 (White)

Intelligence: 10 (White)

Endurance: 10 (White)

Recovery: 10 (White)

Charm: 10 (White)

✧Free Attribute Points: 535

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Feng Hui chuckled. From this alone, he discerned that the spellcaster was not omnipotent. Upon receiving the status, the students all had the same base stats. Unsurprisingly, humans were all innately different: it was impossible for everyone to be at the same starting point.

"Sis, let's go." Feng Hui smiled, and the two moved in the direction of the field. The siblings became even closer than before; currently, the brother and sister duo was inseparable. Behind them, a large group of students closely followed, and the vast majority tried to be as discreet as possible.

Time passed, and Feng Hui's group arrived at the school field. On the lush grassy field, thousands of students were gathered, and many teachers were also scattered about. Across their faces, most of them were visibly distressed, while some actually pleasantly laughed.

The latter had formed an alliance, and the union would only accept students who had successfully defeated a monster. The strong group would blatantly discriminate against the weak, and they could easily distinguish the capable students through their minds.

While Feng Hui observed the survivors, a couple of the union members pointed at him. The Fudan High union was composed of nearly one-hundred students, and there were no teachers with them; furthermore, some of them stared enviously, while the majority gawked at him wondrously.

"Hey, isn't that Feng Hui?"

"The school's celebrated star?"

"Yeah, it is. I wonder how he, a genius, is coping with this."

Somehow, Feng Hui's recent achievements had not been made known. But, in reality, it could not be helped. He had singlehandedly devastated the monsters in sheer blinks without even creating contact. A devilish monster in human clothing: that was what the fifty students behind him thought.

In unison, five bulky-looking union members strode in front of Feng Hui. In the center of the group, a tall, muscular senior smiled at him. Beneath his white-uniform, he had clear vein-popping muscles. In terms of brute strength, he appeared unmatched.

"Greetings, Feng Hui. I'm the union's leader, Li Xiujing." Li Xiujing grinned, and he offered his large hand. In response, the famous genius did not move.

"Likewise, Student Xiujing." Finally, Feng Hui shook the sturdy man's hand. At the same time, he also felt Li Xiujing exerting pressure on his hand. His handsome face showed no change, and after a brief squeeze, the man released his hand.

"…" Feng Hui wordlessly looked at his hand, and he also glanced at his unhappy little sister. The muscular man was obviously trying to provoke him, but he did not react: the elder brother did not wish to spoil his little sister's blissful mood.

"Welcome Fudan High! This wonderful outcome is really unexpected, and we are very, very pleased. Congratulations, nearly half of your school has managed to survive! That is truly an amazing achievement! Going with our previous calculations, we had expected at most a tenth to survive." A white-robed young man appeared in the sky, and he had a bright smile. Although his gaze was extremely chilling, almost as if he was evaluating mere ants.

"Who are you? Why is this happening!" While the white-robed young man was mid-speech, Yu Yan decided to interrupt him, and she screechingly cried out. In response, the young man coldly stared at the red-haired beauty, and he gently lifted his hand.

"You'll find out, eventually." The white-robed young man responded, then he directly projected a huge screen in the air, and all the students chilled at the phrase formed.

"Due to the unexpected high survival rate, we have decided to introduce a special event! The master has even decided to be very gracious because of your achievement, and he is allowing two thousand of you worthless ants to survive! Originally, less than a thousand ants should have remained, so this is a very pleasant surprise for Fudan High, quickly rejoice!" The white-robed young man beamed, and he projected the vast screen so that everyone could clearly see their choices.

"So, the master has decided to allow this lowly one to be the host of this event!" At this point, the white-robed young man looked very humbled, as if he had been blessed with the greatest honor. On the screen, there were just two straightforward sentences.

❂ [Battle Royale] ❂

❂ [Kill until two-thousand survivors remain before dusk. If failure occurs, everyone will be erased.] ❂

"The goal is very clear, right? Well, what are you waiting for? Begin ants!" The white-robed young chuckled at the top of his voice, and his bloodthirsty eyes revealed the urge to slaughter. After these words, his tall figure rapidly dissipated.

Li Xiujing pondered the white-robed man's words, and he decided to follow the rules. The current situation was too mythical, and he believed that they really would be instantly erased upon failure. By asking for two-thousand survivors, the man was asking for the death of more than half the remaining survivors.

Currently, the day was noon. Somehow, in the course of a few hours, one-hundred students had become killers willing to massacre to survive. In fact, the union ruthlessly aimed to become even stronger. Perhaps, this was the product of modern society and its restrictions. These hard-working, talented students had been mindlessly slaving away their entire lives, and now they were given the chance to release all their pent-up stress.