Lu Bai originally wanted to understand information about this world, but after browsing news for over an hour, the doubts in his heart only grew more numerous.
The records after the Ice Age descent, no matter how you look at them, carried a strange flavor.
For example, ever since humanity moved into the underground city, after several centuries, the overall technological level not only showed no significant development, but even regressed in certain periods.
The reason of difficult communication between underground cities alone was clearly far-fetched.
It was as if people suddenly lost interest in developing technology and single-mindedly researched the deathmatch system of unknown origin.
It must be known that deathmatch duels did not even have an entity.
Even if this thing was indeed very mysterious and indeed worth studying, it should not be valued to the extent of abandoning scientific research.
Excluding the possibility that all administrative personnel of the united government were under a curse, there must be sufficient reason to do so.
Unfortunately, Lu Bai could not find any trace at all.
Compared to the vagueness of the early underground city era, information about deathmatch duels was very easy to find.
Including currently known strength rankings of various levels of abilities, ways to obtain various hidden titles, inventories of top death fighters from major underground cities, and so on…
Whether you can think of it or cannot guess it, answers could be found on the mainstream death fighter forum.
Lu Bai simply glanced at the list of hidden titles and saw the Ultimate Murderer title he possessed among them.
But worth mentioning was that the ways to obtain these hidden titles were extremely harsh, with most being at a degree that even knowing how to get them, one could not achieve.
He strolled around this death fighter forum for nearly an hour; not to mention particularly detailed, at least he was no longer in a state of cluelessness.
For him, there were temporarily two points to note.
First was the talent on the personal interface, and second was the activation time of deathmatch duels.
The so-called talent indeed referred to talent in cultivation aspects, but there was no so-called universal cultivation technique in the real world, at least Lu Bai had not found one.
Therefore, the high or low of this talent column would not manifest too obviously in real life; at most, compared to ordinary people, body coordination ability would be stronger and learning things faster.
But to say talent was useless would be greatly mistaken.
Deathmatch duels that ended in a few weeks were actually the minority; there were no lack of matches that took years, or even over a decade.
When encountering deathmatch arenas with backgrounds like fantasy, xianxia, magic, and such, sufficiently high talent could let you far surpass other death fighters.
Although it was unclear how the deathmatch system achieved it, in the deathmatch arena, death fighters could indeed cultivate like natives.
Stories of secluded cultivation for decades and then sweeping the world upon emergence were commonplace.
Therefore, when deathmatch schools recruited new students, they mainly looked at talent first; below five points, there was not even qualification to enroll.
Even if unwilling, one could only be a rogue cultivator.
As for the time of deathmatch duels, after formally becoming a death fighter, they occurred once every thirty days, fixed at noon twelve o’clock to start matching.
Fortunately, the first three rounds of deathmatch duels were considered newbie protection periods, at most resulting in elimination.
But after the fourth round, death in the deathmatch arena would truly lead to dying, unable to return to the real world.
And unable to “jump ship midway.”
All death fighters from the fourth round and above needed to participate in at least one deathmatch duel within a year, belonging to mandatory participation.
Precisely because of this, three rounds and below were generally called reserves and not considered true death fighters.
With such a high mortality rate, why did countless people still choose to become death fighters?
Mainly relying on the united government’s strong promotion.
Including but not limited to, granting death fighters revered social status, providing massive welfare treatment, and if killed, absolutely not deducting compensation to relatives, and so on…
All of this was a fatal temptation for bottom civilians lacking upward channels.
It was no exaggeration to say that if talent was not high, even wanting to die required pulling strings.
……
“But the problem is, where is the reason?”
Lu Bai thoughtfully rubbed his chin.
He had not found any information on this aspect in the forum and completely could not guess what the united government gained from deathmatch duels.
The more he understood, the more confused he became.
Fortunately, he was not in a hurry; after all, there was plenty of time to slowly understand.
“Brother, how come you’re so into playing with your mobile phone now.” Lu Qingyan boredly started wriggling on the sofa.
He actually did not expect Lu Bai to reply.
After all, since being fished out of the river, the person had been in a dazed state the whole time and would not answer any questions.
When Lu Bai looked over, the little boy had already flipped his body, draping his two short legs over the sofa backrest.
Being able to stay quiet for so long was actually pretty good for a child.
Lu Bai was not too clear how his predecessor got along with his younger brother and sister, and immediately inquired: “Did you see my diary?”
“Where do you have a diary? Who keeps a diary seriously?”
Lu Qingyan rolled his eyes, and after a few seconds, suddenly reacted with a shocked face: “Brother, you’re back to normal?!”
That his predecessor had not left a diary, although disappointing Lu Bai somewhat, he did not take it too much to heart.
At worst, there was the excuse of personality greatly changing after escaping death.
Lu Bai smiled: “I still can’t remember many things.”
“That’s still pretty good, you don’t know how worried I and big sis were about you.”
At this point, a sly glint flashed across the chubby face of the little boy, and he continued: “How about we go out and eat something delicious to celebrate, like that new fried chicken shop?”
Lu Bai happened to be a bit hungry too, so he nodded.
“Sounds good.”
……
Coming out of the building, the dense gray-black tall buildings on both sides of the road were somewhat suffocating.
Not chaotic like Kowloon Walled City, quite the opposite; all buildings were very orderly, densely packed.
Just three or four meters of spacing between buildings, yet building heights were almost all over fifty floors; looking far, they were like rows of huge coffins coming at you.
Lu Bai looked up, and through the gaps between buildings, he could see the holographic sky screen simulating the sky gradually turning dim yellow, indicating that time had reached evening.
Setting aside the narrow per capita living space, the united government was indeed working hard to create the appearance of a real city.
The road was full of pedestrians; although not yet shoulder-to-shoulder, it was far from empty.
Paired with the loud music playing from shops, it could more or less let people feel a bit of liveliness in this steel jungle.
Seeing many people, Lu Qingyan naturally reached out his small hand to hold Lu Bai: “Brother, walk this way.”