Global Collapse

Gu Mian thought that Fatty and the others should have already returned to the real world.

He wanted to open the group chat with ten people to check, but found that the group chat could not be opened.

Not only could he not open the group chat, but the game panel had also disappeared. He looked down at the leaf brooch he always wore on his chest. This brooch was a special item that could hide his game nickname.

At this moment, Gu Mian discovered that the information panel of the brooch could not be opened, and it seemed to have become an ordinary brooch.

There were no strange game panels, no odd items that could be opened for introductions at any time. Gu Mian felt as if she had returned to before the global game began.

It's unclear whether an evil god severed the connection between this place and the global game, or whether time in this world reverted to before the game started, rendering the control panel and special items unusable.

However, the most important thing now is not to find out why the special items cannot be used, but to seize the time to defeat the evil upper class.

It seems the evil god threw him here to play a role-playing game, and once he leads his people to defeat the evil upper class, he can probably leave this place... right?

Gu Mian wasn't entirely sure either, but she had to give it a try. She couldn't just stay here and enjoy her retirement without doing anything.

Thinking it over, Gu Mian looked at the lower-class people surrounding her and said, "I've decided to raid the nearest upper-class residential area tonight. What's that area called again?"

“Paradise Island,” a lower-class man with a panicked expression replied.

"Let's launch a surprise attack on Paradise Island tonight."

The people here are all controlled and unable to act on their own. Gu Mian didn't actually need to act too realistically, but he still dutifully put on an expression of passion and hope on his face, dutifully playing the role of a warrior.

He actually wanted to just go through the motions, but he was afraid there would be some kind of post-match settlement regarding the degree of role-playing.

Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated. Gu Mian wanted to first ascertain the situation of both sides, so he casually asked a lowly person next to him, "How many people are there among us?"

"There are fifty-one people in the village, including you, who can all accompany you, brave warrior, to raid the upper-class residential area," the man replied.

Fifty-one people? Gu Mian felt that the number was a bit small, and judging from the number of people around her, it seemed that most of the fifty-odd people had gathered here.

Moreover, these people all looked pale and thin, as if they had been suffering from long-term malnutrition. Gu Mian felt that she could knock down three of them with one blow.

How can we launch a surprise attack on the upper-class residential area like this?
"How many upper-class people are there on Paradise Island?" Gu Mian asked again.

"One thousand eight hundred and sixty-nine." It was the same person who answered earlier.

Gu Mian: "..."

The accuracy was down to the single digit. Clearly, when the evil god input the data into these people, he didn't consider their perspectives. In order to enable them to answer Gu Mian's questions accurately, he inputted all the information at once, turning them into walking encyclopedias.

However, data is not the most important thing right now.

"Fifty-one people versus one thousand eight hundred and sixty-nine people." This stark difference in numbers almost made Gu Mian laugh.

He finally understood why the judge at the Ghost Expo always smiled knowingly; people tend to laugh out loud when they're embarrassed.

"Haha, that's too easy. Fifty people against one thousand eight hundred and sixty-nine people. As long as each of you can kill 37.38 people, you'll win!" Gu Mian encouraged the crowd.

"Warrior, we have fifty-one men. Actually, we only need each of us to fight 36.647 men to win." The lower-class man who spoke looked confused, seemingly not knowing how he had calculated this data, nor why he could confidently say that one person could fight 36.647 men.

Upon hearing this, Gu Mian's vision went black.

Most of the lower classes don't even know how to read, let alone calculate arithmetic problems with decimals.

It seems the evil god thoughtfully included a built-in calculator for everyone.

"As a warrior, my life is of utmost importance. I will be in charge of commanding you from behind. You fifty people will go and take down the superiors. I believe you will succeed." Just kidding, fifty-odd people against nearly two thousand people, Gu Mian would have to be out of his mind to actually go on the field.

“Gu Mian Warrior is right! Wasn’t the battle we just fought just 68 of us against 3,955 people? The Upper Class was still routed and fled in panic.”

"How many people fight how many people?"

Gu Mian doubted that she had heard clearly.

"Sixty-eight people against three thousand nine hundred and fifty-five people," the speaker repeated. Sixty-eight people against three thousand nine hundred and fifty-five people, and still managed to rout them?
Gu Mian pinched her thigh; it hurt. She wasn't dreaming.

Could it be that the evil god has also controlled the world's elite, forcing them to follow the story he has set?
That makes things much simpler from here on out.

However, Gu Mian did not act rashly and decided to launch a sneak attack at night when everyone was asleep.

Thinking this, he dismissed the lower-class people around him, telling them to eat more and prepare for tonight's sneak attack.

The lower-class people scattered in panic and sat down at the various tables. Judging from their terrified expressions, they really didn't want to face the more than a thousand upper-class people and just wanted to escape.

After everyone dispersed, Gu Mian began to carefully observe her surroundings.

Although the buildings here are old, they are still acceptable, unlike the dirty and chaotic lower-class residential areas that Gu Mian had seen before.

Near the village square, there was a row of old houses, with wooden sticks and rakes neatly arranged at the corners, which looked like weapons used by the lower class to fight against the upper class.

It's hard to imagine that people used these broken sticks to repel more than three thousand upper-class people.

"Xu Xingcheng? Xu Xingcheng?" He tried to summon the evil god by calling his name, but it was no use.

Gu Mian called out for a long time, but she did not receive even the slightest revelation from the evil god, nor did she see his shadow.

That damned Xu Xingcheng brought him to this place but left no information behind.

Gu Mian felt a headache coming on.

He then tried to open the game panel and the 10-person group chat, but the game system did not respond.

It seems that the system for installing games worldwide has been completely blocked here.

I don't know when I'll be able to leave.

“Speaking of which…” Gu Mian thought of the killing, “Although the people here are forced to act, they seem to still retain their own consciousness. Perhaps the killing knows something.”

But now, the question is where to find him.

Gu Mian knew that after the superior beings completely ruled the world and discovered the statue of the evil god, Slaughter would go to the cave in the secret forest where the statue was found to guard it. However, at the current time, the statue had not yet appeared, and Slaughter was not in the secret forest.

By the way, Slaughter was the founder of the Upper Class. Louis once told Gu Mian that the two founders of the Upper Class originally lived in Pleasure City, and they also built a dungeon underground using Pleasure City as their base.

The killings are most likely taking place in the City of Joy now.

However, Gu Mian didn't know how far Huan Yu Tian Du was from here.

When Gu Mian participated in the first stage of the variety show, she was taken directly to the outside of Huanyu Tiandu in a closed truck without knowing its exact location.

Fortunately, the lower classes in the village are like a comprehensive database of information; if there's anything you don't understand, you can just ask them.

Thinking of this, Gu Mian casually grabbed a low-class person sitting at the table: "Do you know where the Paradise Heaven is?"

"Joyful Capital was the first residential area for the upper class established by the two founders of the upper class, and it was also the most important city for the upper class. Only by conquering Joyful Capital could the upper class be overthrown. Centered on Joyful Capital, the upper class attacked and captured the lower class in the surrounding areas, and established new residential areas for the upper class on the occupied lands."

"Huanyu Tiandu is located 56.78 kilometers to the east of this village in a straight line, passing through three self-built villages of the lower class and six residential areas of the upper class;
"To reach Joyful Heaven, one must conquer all six upper-class residential areas along the way. If all goes smoothly, it will only take about twenty days to successfully conquer Joyful Heaven and overthrow the upper class," the search engine said.

Gu Mian: "..."

He felt like he was reading a very official report online; the tone made Gu Mian almost think the person in front of him was a search engine that had come to life.

This thing seems to work even better than Xiao Qiao's [Big Data Search].

Thinking of this, Gu Mian tentatively asked, "What is the main quest?"

The engine in front of me said, "Sorry, we cannot find the content you are looking for." (End of Chapter)