After 20 more eliminations that were served on a silver platter, the ambushers sadly stopped coming. And they decided that a bit of rest was in order.
Xavier said it was because the next phase would be more intense and likely require more stamina.
Luca actually pursed his lips at the mention of stamina. He really, really wanted to take a stamina pill but decided to see how far he could go in his current state. Plus, the small amount of spiritual water should last him long enough.
Well, except for Xavier, who had to gulp down Luca’s mixed solutions. Sure, it would’ve been unfair, but no other student was taking the test while contaminated.
Luca could not understand how Xavier was doing it with his limited energy and compromised meridians. He concluded that Xavier depended heavily on his physical abilities and training.
But that was also why Xavier now looked worse for wear and opted to rest even when he would ordinarily never suggest that.
Of course, Luca would agree because who wouldn’t want to rest after all those battles? Especially him, who had never had to fight like that.
Even when he trained in his own space, the environment made it easy for him to recover and continue, but it was taking far too long here.
So, the rest was really more mental and physical rather than spiritual.
Without cameras, Luca would’ve opted to hide in his space to sleep peacefully. But since he wasn’t sure if someone was watching, he couldn’t risk it. And how was he going to explain his disappearance to Xavier?
In reality, they were planning on picking sturdy trees to use as a resting and lookout area, but they didn’t get to do that because Xavier noticed a sharp drop in the number of survivors.
"As expected, they’ve noticed the issue."
"???" Luca wondered what Xavier meant as he watched him stare at his terminal.
"There are only 221 examinees left."
The days were longer now that they were outside the dome, but that didn’t adjust their body’s endurance. So, why did it seem like no one was resting?
With the live broadcast going on for this long, many expected a silent night. So, most people went to bed, hoping to catch the viewing action tomorrow—except for the students whose grades depended on this. And it was them who saw the change in the exam’s pace.
The examinees would be graded based on their rank. A grade of A or B was guaranteed for those in the Top 200, while a C would be awarded to those in ranks 201-300, a D to those in ranks 301-400, and an F to those in ranks 401-500.
Now, only the survivors would get 25 points for their team, but what happens when both people are eliminated, or their badge doesn’t make it? Then, the points would be based on personal eliminations and then their survival time.
After about 22 hours, only 221 examinees were left, and just six people held 119 points of the 279 eliminations.
If some eliminated students managed to grab points before being eliminated themselves, then even now, they were probably guaranteed a higher rank than those who spent hours looking for clues but would get a zero the moment they encountered those hunting for elimination points.
Instead of hunting for clues and focusing on survival, the examinees now had to eliminate someone before they were kicked out of the test. With several crazy teams upping the game, they would literally have no one to kill unless they went for the crazy ones.
And that was not possible.
They wouldn’t even dream of it.
Save for forcing him to drink those nutrient solutions, there wasn’t much he could complain about, especially when he could feel that whatever Luca was doing was helping him last longer. freēwēbηovel.c૦m
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