The director continued,

"In this pure white space, every once in a while, a red light will light up, flashing three times, and then the enemy will appear..."

According to the director, the enemy is a man shrouded in a cloak and holding a huge scythe in his hand.

The enemy's abilities are unknown. There are two known ones - the explorer's ability and the director's "pseudo-invincibility".

This guy who looks like the God of Death has very simple attack methods.

Wield the sickle to harvest life or abilities.

The director was unprepared for the first time and was directly hit by the sickle.

He was the only one at that time. Of the three abilities possessed by the director, only invincibility was the most useless and was abandoned by the director.

The director survived, but his ability was also taken away.

After that, Saturday came to this space, and with his help, it became much easier to deal with it.

"That's it..."

While listening, No. 1 opened a can of Coke.

After hesitating for a moment, No. 1 took out a packet of candy from his pocket, poured it into the Coke with his eyes closed, then raised his head and drank.

Enemy attacks may come at any time.

If he wants to survive, he must awaken his ability as soon as possible.

Although No. 1 is regarded as a veteran by everyone, he is still Luden, at least No. 1 thinks he is.

He knows exactly what to do under what circumstances.

It's just... every time No. 1 makes a decisive and correct decision, the result seems not to be good.

After taking the radioactive drink, No. 1 felt that his throat was burning, so he quickly drank two sips of honey water.

"I said, the master of Paradise Lost, the prophet of the resistance, we are all Luden, you say..."

Number 1 looked around, lowered his voice, and asked cautiously,

"Isn't it Luden who is behind this brave new world?"

"Not possible."

The director shook his head,

"definitely is."

This is intuition and something he deduced based on everything he has experienced.

However, there is a problem that the prophet cannot figure out.

The rebels want to fight against the Brave New World, and the Lost Paradise wants to find the strongest Luden...

Brave New World, what do you want?

Among the three forces, Brave New World is the strongest and the most mysterious.

It claims to be a brave new world without any secrets, but it never has a reasonable explanation.

But, now is not the time to think about it.

As soon as Number One brought up the topic of Brave New World, the red light started flashing.

"coming soon!"

The three people formed a circle back to back, looking around vigilantly, waiting for the enemy to attack.

Saturday lowered his voice and said,

"Don't be afraid of dying. I recorded the ability of the God of Death and made a note."

No. 1's eyes lit up and he asked,

"Can you try it yourself?"

Saturday:......

He didn't really want to answer this question.

"Stop being ridiculous, here we come!"

Following the principal's low-pitched reminder, a being dressed in green and disguised as the God of Death appeared in front of everyone.

The other party's face is hidden under the cloak, and his true appearance cannot be seen clearly.

As soon as he appeared, he went straight to No. 1, brandishing his sickle.

Seeing that the sickle was about to fall, the director did not hesitate to smash the cane in his hand and growled,

"The meeting has begun, sit down."

Sit down immediately on Saturday.

The god of death in green clothes stiffened, and did not continue to swing the sickle, nor did he sit down.

Number 1 stood still, with the sickle less than 10 centimeters behind him.

If the director were to go slower, No. 1 would be scratched.

There was a meeting on Saturday, but not on the 1st.

The last meeting was the same.

Everyone was sitting, and Number One was drinking honey water and watching.

Even No. 1 noticed something unusual at this moment, and a gleam flashed in his eyes as he understood.

All the abilities of the director have a prerequisite - they are only effective for those with a lower status on the wealth list than him.

Whether it's immunity to damage, repetition, or meetings... they all have no effect on No. 1!

Number 1, who wanted to understand this, shouted excitedly,

"Wood big wood big!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sickle opposite began to tremble!

The director's expression changed and he said quickly,

"The meeting is dismissed!"

In an instant, the restraints on everyone's bodies disappeared. Saturday put a note on them and took the principal and No. 1 to retreat!

Tear--

The sickle drew a sharp wind and struck the spot where No. 1 was.

No. 1's eyes lit up and he said,

"He's blind!"

Apparently, the enemy is not that invincible and eyesight may be one of his weaknesses!

"We have noticed this before."

Saturday shakes his head,

"It's not that simple."

They suspected that the other party still had a trump card that they had not yet revealed.

If it's really that guy under the cloak...

The God of Death wandered back and forth for a while, unable to find the three of them, but did not leave.

He stopped where he was, and the green coat on his body began to change color.

Saturday took the opportunity to introduce,

"Green will only wield the sickle, and red will attack indiscriminately. Each person must withstand it once... It is best not to encounter black."

Obviously, they had suffered at the hands of the Black Death.

Before he finished speaking on Saturday, Death's coat turned into a thick black.

He let go of the scythe, which floated in the air and began to slowly rotate around the God of Death.

The God of Death's head drooped slightly, but it looked more like it was raising its head, and it made a sharp and piercing roar. This sound was not like the sound that a human could make, but more like a terrifying monster from the abyss.

The style of painting gradually collapsed.

Seeing this scene, No. 1 was also helpless.

They are like a group of superpowers who have just completed their awakening and suddenly want to fight a fantasy boss.

This is a hammer!

Along with the scream of death, the principal and Saturday felt a huge force coming, pressing them to the ground, unable to move.

In the sky, countless sickles were suspended, as dense as raindrops, still in the air.

No, not still!
To be continued...