43, Chapter 4 Ascension (5K)_3

Some people died in spike traps, some were cut into pieces by sharp steel cables, some inhaled poison gas and turned purple as they fell to the ground dead, and some were burnt alive into charcoal.

Each time a Challenger died, their screen would turn gray and display the word [Eliminated].

And on the screen of the remaining survivors, a string of numbers would be added.

Accumulated chips: Six million.

Nine million.

Fifteen million.

Twenty-seven million.

Unit, US Dollar.

These elites were playing a betting game, wagering on which of the dozens of Challengers in the building's secret room would die and who would survive.

Those who won laughed heartily, while those who lost did not wail or steal, but look somewhat regretful.

Millions of US dollars and multiple human lives, to them, were just chips.

"Ha, it really is as I thought, beasts devouring humans."