My Ability Pool is Superior-Chapter 68 - 67: Death Fighter

Lv Bai originally intended to understand information about this world, but after browsing for more than an hour, his confusion only increased.

The records after the onset of the Ice Age, no matter how you look at them, have an odd flavor.

For example, ever since humans moved into the Underground City, several centuries have passed, and not only has the overall level of technology not greatly progressed, it has even regressed during certain periods.

The reason of difficult communication between underground cities alone seems rather far-fetched.

It’s as if people suddenly lost interest in technological development and focused solely on the originless Deathmatch System.

You have to know, the deathmatch doesn’t even have a physical presence.

Even if it’s genuinely mysterious and indeed worthy of research, it shouldn’t be prioritized to the extent of forsaking scientific research.

Unless all the United Government’s administration were under a spell, there must be a sufficient reason for doing so.

Unfortunately, Lv Bai couldn’t find any clue.

"Has all the traces on the internet been erased?"

Compared to the vague information from the early days of the Underground City era, information about deathmatches is very easy to find.

This includes the currently known strength ranking of abilities at different levels, ways to obtain various hidden titles, and reviews of top Death Fighters in major underground cities...

No matter what you’re looking for, or what you can’t think of, you can find the answer in mainstream Death Fighter forums.

Lv Bai glanced at the list of hidden titles and even saw the title he owns, [Ultimate Killing Demon].

It is worth noting, however, that the means of obtaining these hidden titles are extremely demanding, with most of them being impossible even if you know how to get them.

He wandered around this Death Fighter forum for nearly an hour, perhaps not meticulously detailed, but he was no longer feeling entirely in the dark.

For him, there are two things he needs to pay attention to for now.

One is the Talent on his personal interface, and the other is the activation time of the deathmatch.

The so-called Talent refers indeed to cultivation abilities, but there’s no omnipresent Cultivation Technique in the real world, at least Lv Bai hasn’t found any.

Thus, the level of Talent wouldn’t be too apparent in real life, at most manifesting in better physical coordination and faster learning compared to ordinary people.

However, it would be a grave mistake to say Talent is useless.

Deathmatches that conclude within a few weeks are rare; many can last several years or even over a decade.

In deathmatch arenas involving fantasy, immortal, or magical settings, a high enough Talent can let you far outstrip other Death Fighters.

Although it’s unclear how the Deathmatch System achieves this, in the death arena, Death Fighters can indeed cultivate like the natives.

Stories of tirelessly cultivating for decades and eventually emerging to dominate the world are not uncommon.

Therefore, when Death Struggle Schools recruit new students, they mainly look at Talent; those below five points don’t even qualify to enroll.

Even if one is unwilling, they can only become an outsider.

As for the deathmatch timing, it’s set to happen every thirty days after officially becoming a Death Fighter, with matchmaking commencing at noon.

Fortunately, the first three rounds of deathmatches count as a novice protection period, with the most serious outcome being elimination.

But after the fourth round, dying in the Death Arena will lead to real death, barring returning to the real world.

Also, there’s no "jumping ship midway."

All Death Fighters above round four are required to participate in at least one deathmatch per year; it’s mandatory participation.

Because of this, those below three rounds are typically referred to as reserves and aren’t considered true Death Fighters.

With such a high mortality rate, why do countless people still choose to become Death Fighters?

It’s mainly due to the full support of the United Government.

This includes but is not limited to granting Death Fighters esteemed social status, providing substantial benefits, and ensuring that relatives receive full compensation in case of death...

All this is an irresistible temptation for the lower-class citizens lacking upward mobility.

To put it bluntly, without a high Talent, one even needs connections to seek death.

...

"But the problem is, what is the reason?"

Lv Bai pondered, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

He hadn’t found information on this aspect on the forum, nor could he guess what the United Government could gain from the deathmatches.

The more he learned, the more perplexed he became.

Luckily, he wasn’t in a hurry; he had plenty of time to slowly learn.

"Bro, how come you like playing on your phone so much nowadays?" Lv Qingyan started wriggling on the sofa out of boredom.

He didn’t actually expect Lv Bai to respond.

After all, since being fished out from the river, Lv Bai had remained in a muddled state, answering nothing when questioned.

When Lv Bai looked over, the little boy had already turned over, letting his short little legs dangle over the sofa back.

Staying quiet for so long was actually quite nice for a child.

Lv Bai wasn’t sure how his predecessor interacted with his younger siblings, so he asked, "Have you seen my diary?"

"You don’t even have a diary! Who writes a diary seriously?"

Lv Qingyan rolled his eyes, and after a few seconds, he suddenly realized and exclaimed with shock, "Brother, you’ve returned to normal?!"

The fact that the predecessor left no diary disappointed Lv Bai, but he didn’t dwell on it.

At worst, he could use the excuse of a personality shift after narrowly escaping death.

Lv Bai smiled and said, "There are still many things I can’t remember."

"That’s still great! You wouldn’t know how worried my older sister and I have been."

Saying this, a sly smile flashed across the little boy’s chubby face, and he suggested, "Why don’t we go out and eat something nice to celebrate? How about that newly opened fried chicken shop?"

Just as well, Lv Bai was feeling a bit hungry, so he nodded in agreement.

"Sure."

...

As they stepped out of the building, the dense gray-black skyscrapers on both sides of the road were somewhat stifling.

Unlike the chaotic haphazardness of Kowloon Walled City, on the contrary, all the buildings here were arranged very orderly, like fish scales.

With only three or four meters of spacing between buildings, yet reaching heights of over fifty floors, they appeared in the distance like rows of massive coffins looming ahead.

Lv Bai looked up, and through the gaps between the buildings, he could see the holographic sky simulation gradually turning dusky, indicating it was already evening.

Putting aside the limited living space per capita, the United Government was indeed trying to create the appearance of a real city.

The streets were filled with pedestrians, not yet shoulder-to-shoulder, but definitely not sparse either.

The loud music playing from the stores helped somewhat bring a sense of livelihood to this steel jungle.

Seeing the crowd, Lv Qingyan naturally reached out to hold Lv Bai’s hand, "Brother, let’s walk this way."