Warhammer: I don't want to become a stinky can!

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It was a rather spacious room with a cement floor and a simple toilet in one corner.

In the center of the room was a pile of something; with the help of the dim light, Antaeus recognized it as a pile of food.

A dozen or so knives were neatly arranged on the ground, forming a circle around the pile of food, their tips flashing coldly as they pointed directly at the food.

An Tai subconsciously swallowed.

"Tick, tick."

The soft sound of water echoed in the room.

Antai looked closely and saw a thin pipe emerging from the wall in another corner, from which water dripped drop by drop.

The death guard who led them into the room instructed them to stand close to the wall and wait for the indicator light to illuminate before they could begin.

The indicator light flashes once to signal the start of the trial; the indicator light flashes a second time to signal the end of the trial.

Antaeus stared at the pile of food and the dozen or so knives, and an uneasy thought began to take shape in his mind.

Others realized this too, and as the Death Guard arranged for them to stand against the wall, the children began pushing and shoving each other, trying to get to the side closer to the food pile.

This caused a commotion, but the Death Guard did not intervene.

Antai swallowed hard. Influenced by the crowd, he also tried to get closer to the pile of food. Perhaps because the children knew he was one of only two people to have climbed to the top, no one pushed him. He successfully found himself in a fairly central position.

Once the children were in place, the Death Guard left.

"Sizzle—!"

The iron gate was closed, isolating them from the outside world.

Ante's gaze focused; he saw it—he saw it—something that sent his unease and despair soaring to their peak.

There is a small rectangular door on that iron gate.

The small door was just the right size and height so that someone could be carried out while lying down.

But those that are sent out are most likely not alive.

"Hey!"

A low shout rang in his ears, and Antaeus turned around sharply to see Io's face.

"The four of us have been put into one group."

Igor winked at him.

"What about the two of them?"

An Tai looked around and found that he did not find the two of them in the center of the crowd.

"I sent Lena with Pasteur to seize the water source."

Io whispered to him, making sure their voices wouldn't be heard by anyone else.

"Let's team up as a group of four. I think I know what's going on."

Antai turned his head away, staring at the pile of food with a sullen expression.

"Shall we go steal a knife later?"

Igor nodded.

"I might be able to guess what that person in charge wants us to do."

"But I need to take stock of that pile of food to verify my hypothesis."

"In short, grabbing the knife is never a bad idea."

Igor patted Antaeus on the shoulder.

"Help me control them."

"I?"

Antaeus stared at Io in disbelief, but Io's pale blue eyes were fixed intently on him.

“We all know you’ve climbed to the top of the mountain, and this identity will be very useful.”

"Take advantage of the time when people are still afraid of you or something."

Io spoke quickly in a low voice. Antey wanted to say something more, but he felt the indicator light was about to come on.

Finally, he could only give Io a complicated look before preparing to sprint.

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Chapter 142 The Trial from Hades (Part 2)

Cameras in each room are faithfully recording everything.

A fluorescent glow shone on Hades' helmet, the smooth and hard helmet reflecting a faint white light.

He stared silently at the giant screen in front of him, which was divided into countless small pieces, where humanity and bestiality were fighting.

In some rooms, fighting had already begun. Hades sighed silently and marked these rooms as "Temporarily Not Approved".

He did not inform these people about the duration of the second round of screening.

Moreover, the room, which was completely isolated from the outside world, had no means of keeping track of time.

In addition, the food in each room was precisely calculated to ensure that everyone could barely survive the selection process with minimal resources.

Faced with death, which approaches slowly but steadily, is there anyone who can hold on?

Hades watched all of this.

Antaeus stood behind Io, holding several small knives in his hand.

Blood seeped from his arm, but it was clear he had won.

He and Io each held a knife, and Antaeus was even carrying a lot of food.

Across from the two, the remaining children, each clutching a small amount of food, huddled in different corners.

"Guys, I have an idea."

As Io spoke, Antaeus noticed that his voice was trembling slightly.

"I think I can guess the purpose of this selection."

A small commotion arose in the crowd opposite them, who looked at them with distrust and skepticism.

Ibrahim exhaled.

"I don't think they'll set up two filters to filter for the same quality."

"If they are selecting people who are resilient and physically strong, then the first trial has already accomplished that."

"Therefore, this trial is not meant to select for resilience and physical strength."

Io paused for a moment, then continued speaking.

"What's different about this one is that we were specifically divided into small groups and confined to a closed area."

"So at first I thought, what if this means we have to fight each other to find a winner?"

"and,"

Igor raised the knife in his hand.

"These knives further confirmed my suspicions."

"but--"

Io released his grip, and with a clang, the knife fell crisply to the ground.

"I don't think so."

"The knife is just a smokescreen; it's a misleading tactic."

Antaeus blinked knowingly, as if he realized what Io was about to say.

"According to the person in charge, he did not mention any words related to fighting or competition."

"On the contrary, his first prompt was about humans."

"And the second sentence contains words related to fighting together."

"Yes, if we are going to be comrades-in-arms in the future, then they won't let us fight each other now."

"So I guessed that the purpose of this stage was to select subjects who could spontaneously choose to cooperate and unite in difficult situations."

Across from them, the crowd began to murmur, and some people were clearly starting to think.

"Then why did you steal the knife?"

A child's shrill voice rang out, and Antaeus realized it was the person who had just been fighting with him for the knife.

After losing to Antaeus, the child decisively gave up and began to fight for food.

Io was about to retort, but Antaeus pressed down on his shoulder from behind. Antaeus took a step forward; he knew what he had to say.

"I can return the knife to you."

"Or we could put the knives in a common area."

"But I think what Yi said is right."

"If he wanted us to fight each other, the person in charge wouldn't have needed to give us any hints."

Antai paused for a moment, but he quickly squatted down and placed the small knives in his hand back on the ground one by one.

He also casually placed the dry food he was holding on the ground.

Antaeus knew he wasn't very bright, but he felt that Io was right.

The person in charge's words were a clue that hinted at them.

But what if it's not like that? What if they really have to fight each other? What if there's only enough food for a few people? What should he do then?

But Antaeus decided to trust his own judgment.

"We should redistribute food."

He says,

"Everyone, put the grain back. I'll go first."

But after Antaeus, no one else stepped forward.

"That man is still holding a knife. Are you trying to take all the food for yourselves?"

Io paused for a moment. He hadn't intended for Antaeus to do this, but he gritted his teeth and placed several other knives belonging to his men on the ground as well.

Antaeus blinked, trying to sound calm and reliable.

"Let's put the food back."

"I am the one who climbed to the top of the mountain, and I hope everyone will believe in me this once."

When he said those words, An Tai's face burned. He was not used to talking about his own things in front of others. It felt like showing off, and he always felt that it was strange.

At first, no one moved, but after a while, a person came out, put the grain back, and then turned and left.

So some people started moving.

But some people clung to their food, refusing to budge an inch.

Hey hey, friends!

Are you thirsty?

Lena's carefree words came from the corner.

At this moment, the children, who had been paying attention to the pile of grain in the center of the room, realized that something was wrong.

The water source they had been ignoring had long been occupied!

"Go and distribute the grain quickly."

Lena pointed to the pile of grain in front of Io and Antaeus.

"Otherwise, nobody will get any water."