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This immediately drew everyone's attention. The appearance of the first license was like a ray of dawn, bringing hope to the lower classes who were still struggling.

This at least proves that the licenses are real and that their efforts are not a bubble.

The previously somber and oppressive atmosphere in the square was swept away, and some contestants even cheered quietly, as if they could see a bright future ahead of them getting their licenses.

1062 felt like he was dreaming. Amid the cheers of the crowd, he carefully picked up the card at his feet.

Although he didn't recognize the words, he felt a sense of familiarity with them.

He clutched the card to his chest and asked uncertainly, "Can I go on stage now?"

He didn't know who to ask, so he turned to the camera that was constantly following him.

“Of course,” the Killing Teacher’s voice answered him. “I said that anyone with a license can come up on stage, so please come up on stage if you have a license.”

After he finished speaking, the hot air balloon number 1062 began to descend slowly. Of course, Teacher Killer would not allow those who had obtained the permit to climb down on their own, otherwise the mortality rate of the participants would be as high as 100%.

1062 excitedly clung to the edge of the basket, looking down at the platform getting closer and closer to him, already thinking about what he should say on stage.

"I'll be the first one on stage, so I'm sure I'll make a lasting impression and get lots of votes... I'll definitely make it into the top fifty and advance to the next stage easily, and maybe even become the final champion of the show and become an upper-class person..."

1062's mind wanders in beautiful fantasies.

Holding the permit in his hand, he descended lower and lower with the hot air balloon, gradually getting closer to the ground and to the other participants below.

Gradually, the surrounding contestants stopped cheering, their eyes fixed on the license that 1062 was clutching to his chest, their faces showing envy and greed.

1062 was so full of gratitude for his good luck and his dreams of a bright future that he didn't notice the changes in the people below.

Soon the Dead Fish hot air balloon landed completely. It did not land directly on the high platform where the Killing Teacher was, but rather some distance away from the platform.

As soon as it landed, 1062 excitedly stepped out of the hot air balloon basket and ran straight towards the high platform.

But before he had run two meters, someone suddenly rushed up and tackled him to the ground.

He was knocked to the ground and felt a little dizzy.

What happened?
He quickly realized that someone was trying to steal his license!

The newcomer straddled him, trying to pry his hands off and snatch the license from his grasp.

1062 quickly gripped the license tightly in his hand, rolled over and lay face down on the ground to protect the item under his body.

The person on top of him wouldn't let it go, swinging their fists and pounding hard on his back and shoulders.

1062 It felt like two large rocks had hit him, and for a moment the area that was hit lost sensation.

He lay on the ground, desperately trying to protect his treasure, shouting, "No! You're cheating! What you're doing is a foul!"

As he spoke, he tried his best to lift his head, seeking help from others: "He fouled! Look, he fouled!"

But no one came to help him.

He saw that several circles of people had surrounded him. Their faces were thin and pale, but their dark eyes shone with an eerie light as they stared intently at him.

1062's face turned pale; he knew these people wouldn't help him.

He looked pleadingly in the direction of the murderous teacher, hoping that the host would uphold justice and give him, the first person to receive a license.

The teacher, however, curled his lips into a mocking smile: "Finally, someone has realized it? I meant that as long as you have a license, you can give a speech on stage, regardless of whether you obtained it yourself." These words were like a switch, or a spark that ignited a raging fire.

The people who had been eyeing them with predatory intent no longer hesitated and rushed forward in a frenzy.

Poor 1062 was punched twice in the back of the head by someone, lost consciousness and passed out. The license he was protecting was also stolen by others.

Without hesitation, the newcomer who snatched the license turned around and rushed towards the platform.

But he was immediately tackled by others, and the same scene repeated itself.

While the contestants on the ground fiercely competed, those on the ladders were not idle either. Some had already climbed very high and could not come down to compete with those on the ground, so they could only continue climbing upwards in one go. Some were very close to the ground and jumped down without hesitation, rushing into the crowd vying for the permits.

The scene was chaotic.

The upper class laughed amidst the chaotic clamor; they loved watching this scene of infighting.

More and more viewers flocked to Joyful City, all drawn by the reputation of its highly entertaining games.

The scene of the lower classes fighting greatly pleased them, and most of them had already started voting. Some voted for the most vicious and ruthless fighters, while others voted for the pitiful ones who were being beaten on the ground, and still others voted for the dead.

Because of their overwhelming advantage in audience numbers, the contestants from Huanyu Tiandu saw their votes surge immediately.

Nearly twenty of the top 100 on the leaderboard fall into the 1000-1200 range, including seven in the top fifty.

In other words, if this continues, at least seven out of the two hundred people under Teacher Killer's supervision will advance.

Such a result likely places him first among all the hosts.

Moreover, the number of votes for the contestants in Huanyu Tiandu is still rising. If this continues, there may be a dozen or twenty contestants advancing to the next round by the end of the first stage.

The teacher's joyful expression seemed genuine; his mouth was practically splitting open with a grin.

The top spot on the leaderboard has been taken by number 1119. He was the most ruthless, and many upper-class people were attracted to him and came to vote at number 1119's ballot box.

This benefits Gu Mian, who lives right next to number 1119.

When people vote for number 1119, they are always unconsciously drawn to number 1118, which is right next to it.

Gu Mian (No. 1118) and Mr. Green (No. 1117) stood there conspicuously, since almost all the lower-class people had gone to the middle of the square to climb the ladder, and the rest on the ground had just joined the chaotic battle for the license.

Only the two of them stood there, just like the two advertising billboards, completely inconspicuous.

The upper-class people passing by were always deeply attracted by the mysterious power emanating from Gu Mian. Some of them shared some of their votes with him, which made Gu Mian's vote count quite considerable, but he still didn't make it into the rankings.

At this moment, Chu Changge and 007 also left the audience to vote for Gu Mian.

The two chose to come when there was no one around, so they could talk to Gu Mian. Since other upper-class people would also talk to Gu Mian when they came to vote for her, their behavior was not strange.

007 glanced at the leaderboard with concern. Although some upper-class people voted for Gu Mian, his votes were far from enough to advance, and he didn't even make it into the top 100.

Needless to say, Mr. Green next to him had far fewer votes than Gu Mian, and his chances of advancing were even slimmer.

"Chu Changge deduced which hot air balloons contained the permits to go on stage, but you probably don't want to climb the ladder, do you?" 007 slowly cast a vote into Gu Mian's ballot box, a mocking expression on his face as he spoke.

Although there was no one nearby, the cameras were still flying around, and people in the distance could easily see the expressions on their faces.

007 could only force a mocking expression—she had observed that most of the upper-class people who spoke to Gu Mian wore this expression. (End of Chapter)