It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

There was a "ding" sound.

The elevator door opens.

People kept moving forward, their faces filled with excitement.

Arrived.

The bottom of the sky.

With their feet on solid ground and looking up, this time, their sky really did look like the sky.

Just because they have reached the other side, they can more intuitively see the countless scattered urban buildings floating in the air.

Looking up from the ground, the buildings look like a mixture of reality and fantasy. The steel-clad city clusters are reflected above the head, far away from people's touch, like illusory projections.

They look as if they might topple over at any moment, crushing the entire world to pieces, but that won't happen here.

This is the reversal of heaven and earth.

People walked forward, and directional arrows could be seen everywhere. Those arrows pointed to a destination - the entrance to the "Bottom of the Sky".

Xiao Huai followed the crowd to a magnificent gate leading to the underground.

As soon as I stepped into the entrance, I was surrounded by thick darkness, and only the sound of footsteps echoed in this narrow passage.

The crowd continued to move deeper, the darkness was gradually replaced by light, and the noise and revelry of people could be heard all around, the sound becoming louder and louder, filled with a kind of chaotic excitement and violent frenzy.

After walking for more than ten minutes, a dazzling light suddenly spread out, accompanied by the crazy shouts and roars of the audience.

In front of me was a huge arena with a large PK platform standing in the center, and those sounds were coming from the audience seats.

On the PK stage, more than ten people were fighting fiercely, their bodies were covered in blood, the sounds of fists and feet colliding were deafening, and the sense of cruel violence filled the entire space.

One contestant's leg bones were even exposed after being hit, and the broken joints looked shocking, but he was still struggling to continue fighting.

This was a fight without any bottom line, and the audience's faces were filled with twisted fanaticism.

There are countless screens all around. Those huge screens are everywhere, magnifying the violence on the PK stage one by one. The audience can even observe every detail of the players' struggle from various angles.

The screen constantly flashed with the contestants' information, betting odds, as well as their records and scars.

"We're finally here, we're finally here!" People were rushing around everywhere.

They glanced at the arena, and some of them murmured to themselves, "No way, I'm not good at fighting. I need to find someone I know how to fight."

There is not only one PK platform at the bottom of the sky, that is just a corner. As you continue to move forward, the light becomes brighter and brighter, and the sounds around become louder and louder, until they hit like a tsunami.

This seems to be the intersection of chaos and carnival. Bizarre competitions and performances are taking place, and everyone seems to be proving themselves in extreme ways.

Xiao Huai swept his eyes around and saw a number of small arenas. Some places were surrounded by circles, and spectators were gathered inside. Screams and cheers could be heard one after another.

On a small stage, two contestants are participating in an eating competition.

The table was piled high with food, and they wolfed it down without caring how much their stomachs could bear. A screen beside them showed their progress, and every time someone collapsed from vomiting or exhaustion, the audience's laughter and jeers would fill the entire room.

Further ahead, there is even a rock-paper-scissors area.

The seemingly simple game is actually filled with extremely cruel punishments.

Luck determines life and death.

The losing contestant expressionlessly put his fingers into the sharp instrument. With the sound of the mechanical "click", blood splattered and his knuckles were ruthlessly cut off.

Only those who participated in the competition would wear a silver collar around their necks.

These silver collars were tightly attached to their necks, like some kind of sign, declaring their difference from ordinary audiences.

The numbers on the neck rings vary and are clearly engraved on the metal surface.

Each person's numbers may be closely related to their performance, ability, and even the audience's betting on them.

The silver collar reflected coldly under the light, like a pair of invisible eyes, constantly monitoring their every move.

They are all proving themselves different through extreme games.

They long to be seen and remembered, whether for victory or for a crushing defeat.

Suddenly, there was a burst of ecstatic shouts from the crowd.

"I did it! I did it!" A contestant suddenly jumped up from his chair, his whole body shaking with excitement.

The silver collar around his neck sparkled as he moved excitedly. The numbers engraved on it slowly changed under everyone's gaze, finally settling on 99.

Everyone's attention was instantly drawn over.

The moment the numbers changed, a smiling face appeared on the cold metal surface of the silver collar.

The contestant stood there, his chest heaving, an expression of ecstasy on his face.

His fingers gripped his collar tightly, afraid that all this was an illusion.

At this moment, a group of people in neat uniforms quietly appeared beside him with gentle smiles on their faces.

Their expressions were out of tune with the people around them, appearing too calm, but their smiling faces carried a certain irresistible aura.

"Hello, congratulations on passing the preliminaries and qualifying for the Underworld Game." One of them spoke in a clear and calm voice, "Please follow us."

The onlookers involuntarily took a step back to make way for this group of smiling people.

Xiao Huai stood there, looking around calmly, quickly calculating something in his mind.

Judging by the length of the queue outside and the number of people entering this massive space.

There's something clearly wrong with the number of people here.

The number of people was far smaller than he had expected.

Although the space was large and raucous, filled with games and revelry, it should have been packed with even more people.

Most of the contestants who had lined up with him earlier seemed to have disappeared, except for the selected ones on the stage.

Where did those people go?

With doubts, Xiao Huai decided not to stay there any longer.

He stepped forward, walked for a while, and passed through the crowded crowd. Suddenly, his eyes fell on a row of windows.

There was a huge crowd of people and a long queue, everyone was waiting for something.

Above the window, a few large characters came into view.

Registration Office

The sign above the window emits a cold light, simple yet direct.

Xiao Huai's eyes narrowed slightly, and he found that those who had lined up all wore silver collars around their necks without exception.

Next to the registration desk, several bright beams of light were reflected in the air.

The bright green projection light was particularly eye-catching, and there appeared several eye-catching words:

"A carnival for the whole world—the bottom of the sky!"

This is the ultimate carnival place and also a gamble of fate.