39 Chapter 39: Can't afford to play

The words just fell.

  Elon then kicks this Invigilator #1 in the stomach, sending him flying straight across the room.

  It flew more than ten meters away and crashed directly into the goal.

  "Ah!"

  Invigilator 1 screamed miserably.

  He could barely get up now, and could only cover his stomach, shrink into a ball on the ground, and then cringe.

  Like a boiled jumbo lobster.

  Elon walked over to this invigilator and picked up a handful of dirt from the ground.

  Then a foot on the back of Invigilator #1's hand.

  Another scream.

  The intense pain hit him, causing him to stare directly into his eyes.

  While this is going on, Elon spills dirt directly into the eyes of Invigilator #1.

  When I say I'll sprinkle you with some dust, I'll sprinkle you with some dust.

  More mournful screams immediately rang out.

  "Shut up."

  Elon kicks him further away.

  Then he turned to look at the remaining nine invigilators.

  "Now, if I say I'm the invigilator here, do you have any more comments?"

  The faces of several invigilators went white.

  This man, how is he so powerful?

  Is this the kind of physique a human can have?

  "Nope, no comment."

  Who dares to have an opinion?

  Invigilator 1, who had just been so confident that he thought he could beat Elon, was now going down for all to see.

  It's supposed to be immortal and live with the game forever.

  It's all coming to life now.

  "No comments, so now the exam is ready to begin."

  Elon waved his hand and picked the punk back up.

  A couple of invigilators hurriedly dragged #1 back.

  Elon shouted, "At ease, attention."

  They stood up straight in a hurry, each of them not daring to utter a single breath.

  Only Invigilator 1 was shivering on the floor.

  Elon walked over to him and asked him with his head down, "What?"

  "It's the inability to understand human language."

  "Or are you deliberately working against me?"

  "I told you to stand up, you couldn't hear me, could you?"

  The several invigilators next to him, several times they wanted to say something, you are the one who beat him into a serious injury.

  How can you stand up when you're seriously injured?

  It's obviously not like he's trying to disobey your orders.

  "Get him up." Elon said.

  When Invigilator #1 was helped to his feet, Elon continued, "The first test of the day will be a long-distance run."

  "It would have been."

  "I was trying to get you guys to run two or three laps of the playground and be done with it."

  He looked at Invigilator #1 and said, "But there are some people, who are not convinced, and are deliberately working against me."

  "So, the first test consists of running a hundred laps in under a minute."

  "Those who can't do it, just flunk."

  All the invigilators, after hearing this, violently rounded their eyes.

  A hundred laps?

  A fucking minute?

  Who can run 40 kilometers in a minute?

  You think we're airplanes.

  "Don't blame me."

  Elon smiled and said, "If you want to blame him, blame him."

  He looked at Invigilator #1 and continued, "It's because of his insubordination that the difficulty of your exams has increased."

  They immediately threw angry looks towards Invigilator #1.

  If Elon wasn't here.

  And they've done it.

  Invigilator #1, at this point, looked at Elon with a look of fear.

  What's this?

  Kill and kill!

  Just a few words, surprisingly, made him go from being a big brother, to a street rat that everyone shouted at.

  This human, so wrong.

  "Now, start the exam." Elon said.

  The gang immediately ran.

  Bang.

  Unsupported, Invigilator 1 fell to the ground in a sorry state.

  "You're giving up?"

  Elon asked, looking down.

  "You enjoy making things difficult and torturing us so much, I would have thought that you would have enjoyed that too."

  Invigilator 1's pupils were trembling.

  So, was it all on purpose for him!

  Because they make these humans run twenty laps in ten minutes, and even more so because they kill at the drop of a hat.

  Even tortured some players to death.

  It was all so much fun when he was the invigilator.

  But now he's the candidate.

  "You... what the hell are you?"

  Elon smiled, "I'm just a normal human."

  "You want to play, I'll play with you."

  One minute, in the blink of an eye.

  These invigilators, they can't even complete five laps.

  When they walked back, Elon just drew his no-frills and cleaved the frontmost one to death.

  Watching former friends become two in a flash.

  The nine remaining invigilators, all froze.

  Immediately afterward, Invigilator #1 yelled out in horror, "You demon!"

  "You're the devil."

  "You're not human!"

  It's just a sword.

  How can it be so powerful?

  "You're quite strong."

  Elon said, "So next, everyone has to do 10,000 pull-ups."

  "That's right, do it in a minute."

  One minute, 10,000 pull-ups?

  "I'll fight you!"

  Some of the invigilators couldn't help themselves, it was simply an impossible task.

  He snarled and charged, "You're teasing us on purpose!"

  "Deliberately giving us these impossible tasks!"

  Elon impaled him with a sword.

  Then, "You're right, I did it on purpose."

  "But ..."

  "And you guys don't mean it."

  "Who brought us here, who made us take the test, and who, again, came up with these questions?"

  It was the horror game that brought them here.

  But the questions are from these invigilators.

  Elon draws his sword and stabs two more times as he continues, "Just you to play us, no us to play you?"

  "If you can't afford to play, don't play."

  Say it.

  The last piece, directly chopped off his head and then crushed it with a foot.

  There are eight invigilators left who would have liked to fight Elon to the death.

  But now.

  Don't dare.

  All intimidated by what Elon just showed.

  There's nothing to fight back for.

  How does this nigga, play?

  "Now, you will do 100,000 pull-ups in thirty seconds."

  Elon said, "I'll kill whoever does the least."

  A bunch of people, rushing to do pull-ups.

  Even some of the players were startled and followed in the direction of the bar.

  "Ding~"

  "Activate hidden mission."

  "Your behavior has attracted the attention of the principal."

  "Current mission: defeat the principal."

  The system's beep sounded.

  Trigger the hidden mission now!

  Elon looked down and saw a directional indication that it was taking him to the principal.

  Here, then, there's no point in staying.

  Elon turns around and cripples Invigilator #1 straight away.

  Went back to crippling those invigilators who were doing pull-ups.

  Then to the other players, "They're all yours."

  All the players froze violently.

  Send it to us?

  It means, at our mercy!

  Before they could say "thank you," Elon was gone.

  What's more important than the principal?

  A few invigilators were shivering on the ground, looking at the players with icy expressions, getting closer and closer to them.

  "Save ..."

  "Help!"

  Miserable screams rang out from this playground.

  But no one responded.

  These invigilators, they kill people every day.

  Now that it's finally in their hands, how can they let it go?