Being a bug in a survival game

A prison worker glanced at the slaves in the cage with disgust, "Number 001 to 050, line up in order."

After saying that, the slaves whose numbers were in the range of 001~050 came out and lined up.

Su Tingyu looked at the numbers of Fatty and Qin Qi. One was 072 and the other was 094. Her own number was 044, which was within the 50th.

Without Su Tingyu opening his mouth, the fat man said, "Big brother, go ahead. I will take good care of Brother Qin."

"Yeah." Su Tingyu was in no hurry to go out. A prison worker was reading the number, but he hadn't thought of her yet.

Su Tingyu looked at the player group. There were a few players with higher numbers. They had dark faces when they were called and had to go out and line up.

The fat man donated a whole coat, and Su Tingyu tore off a long piece of rag and tied the brick-sized medical kit to his left thigh and fixed it in place.

The medicine box cannot be left here. Neither Fatty nor Qin Qi have the ability to hold it now.

Some players who had not given up yet could only grit their teeth when they saw Su Tingyu's actions, secretly cursing Su Tingyu for his lack of martial ethics.

"044."

After hearing his number, Su Tingyu walked out briskly.

"...050."

After the prison worker read out the last number, he led the team into the elevator.

In the elevator, Su Tingyu paid careful attention to the number of floors. There were eleven floors in total. The cage where the slaves were located was on the tenth underground floor, and the warehouse at the beginning was on the second underground floor.

The elevator stopped at the seventh underground floor.

After going out, there is still a long corridor, but as you keep walking along the road, you can gradually hear some sounds.

The slaves were taken to a hidden stand with iron bars, but they could still see the outside environment clearly.

A square Colosseum opened up several underground floors. There were rows of auditoriums around it, which were already full of people.

In the center of the Colosseum, there is a round marble fighting platform with a large iron cage on it, which is empty.

There is no doubt that that is the "stage" for human-animal performances.

Outside the iron cage, stood a tall, thin man with a white face in a pink suit, holding a microphone and enlivening the atmosphere passionately:

"Good evening, gentlemen and ladies! Welcome to the monthly beast fighting show, I am your favorite Smita!"

"I declare that the first night of beast fighting has officially begun——"

"Tonight, 50 pets carefully raised by Captain Chris and 50 performers will perform on stage. The protagonist of each performance is one animal and one person, and the performance time is 5 minutes..."

From the tall and thin host whose face seemed to have several layers of white powder on it, Su Tingyu roughly understood the so-called "performance" rules.

It means that 50 slaves have to fight against 50 beasts respectively, and only the slave who persists for 5 minutes without dying can end.

And for slaves who cannot persist for 5 minutes, the ending may not be too happy.

"...Let's look forward to seeing how many performers will be able to walk off the Colosseum tonight with their hands and feet intact! Which performer can lead the way with the most outstanding performance and get the 'little wish gift'? "

The host warmed up for five minutes, and the first slave was about to go on stage to "perform", and his performance "partner" was a ferocious big bad wolf.

He persisted on the fighting stage for less than three minutes before the big bad wolf bit his neck. After struggling to no avail, he slowly died.

The big bad wolf feasted on the stage and brutally devoured the flesh and blood of the dead slaves, while the audience cheered wildly in the auditorium, as if they were beating chicken blood, with extremely excited expressions.

At the end of 5 minutes, a trainer took the big bad wolf away, and the second performance began.

According to this time distribution, there can be ten performances in one hour, and the slaves are arranged in ascending order of numbers.

After a few performances, Su Tingyu realized something was wrong.

The beasts performing on stage are more ferocious than ordinary beasts kept in captivity, and they seem to be as intelligent as humans... No, it should be that they seem to be able to fully understand human language and behavior.