Chapter 132 The Beginning Of A New Reign (Part IV)

All twenty people who survived the calamity were sitting on a bloody field--Charles, who was generous enough to give them some mental rest.

"Which one of you could tell me about the changes for a second-rank world? I will appreciate it if you tell me everything."

"I'm a leader for my world! I can tell you everything!"

"My studies in the world are at the top!"

"I know everything you need to know!"

Everyone tried their best to appeal to Charles. There was one obvious choice for Charles to pick, and it was one of the Barum's alliance leaders.

"What's your name?"

"I'm Fred! One of the Barum's alliance leaders."

Charles didn't care for his title, but what he knew should be useful.

"How can you directly pick our world as your target?"

He felt this battle was timed when this world had just been newly ascended. It was too much of a coincidence for a new world to be attacked.

"I know when someone lies to me. You saw what I did to the first person, right? It would be worse when you waste my time."

Giving Fred a warning, Charles told him not to waste his time. Fred's heart started to beat quicker, knowing if he said anything wrong meant something worse than death.

"One of my alliance members can visualize the outcome of anything..."

Fred cursed in his heart, realizing his stupid mistake. He and the others should have listened to her warning and run from this world when he had the chance.

"Using her skill... You should know how we're here..."

"Then how did you know our world would rank up?"

"In the hub... I have a worker working in a world shuttle... He found information that Earth was about to rank up..."

That was one problem solved for Charles, but many questions were still asked for him to be satisfied with the results.

"World shuttle?"

"The world shuttle is a device that allows anyone to travel to a world with a destination in mind."

"How did you send seven hundred people?"

"The alliance feature allows us to attack in groups of ten."

All these hidden features were brought up to Charles. He felt that the world was working for him when these people attacked. Getting information for free was hard when these things were beneficial.

"Final question, and I will let you go. Hypothetically, is there a way for us to fight back if we succeed in defending our world?"

Fred felt his throat dry, unable to answer Charles's question. Not only would he be endangering his life, but his whole world.

Charles controlled Fred's body and made his hands touch under his pants. Fred was confused by his action but realized the gravity of his situation.

"AHHHHHHH!!!"

He had ripped his little brother out. No one had expected this to happen. Everyone's eyes started to dart away, feeling the pain from watching this gruesome sight.

With him withering in agony, Charles had his shoes on Fred's head. He stomped at it like an ant squishing it into a mush.

Everyone saw the cruel death of Fred. No one cared as they had given less of a fuck with the who ordeal they had to go through.

"You. Tell me what I asked earlier. If not, you will suffer a worse fate."

"A... When we fail an attack... You'll be given a chance to take revenge..."

"What an idiot..."

Charles looked at Fred. There wasn't much of a process needed for a revenge attack. Fred wouldn't have such a sad death if he answered.

Now that all of his questions were answered, there was enough stalling.

"All of you will be separated into seven groups. Form a group with the people of your world."

He had concluded that out of the ten, only seven worlds had come to Earth. There was something he had planned when he wanted to separate them into groups of seven.

With nineteen alive, most of the world was split between two, three, and four people. Group one had three people, group two with two people, group three with three people, group four had two, group five had four, group six had four, and group seven had one.

"Everyone that is grouped will fight each other to the death. As for the person in the seventh group, you will survive without doing anything."

For the survivor of the seventh world, he had tears of happiness spewing out of his eyes. The rest of the people couldn't help but glare at the man. As a survivor, he gave no care.

Charles had split the barrier into six parts, all of which were made for each group to fight. Groups two and four had it easy, with the fight being one-on-one.

Then we have groups one and three doing a two-on-one. For them, they had to kill the strongest person in that group. Otherwise, they die.

Finally, for those fighting with four people, Charles found this grouping the most interesting. Anything could happen. It could be a free-for-all, a two-on-two, or three-person teaming up on a single person.

With those groups starting, group five had done a free for all, and group six had started a three-on-one.

At the end of the battle, only seven survivors were left. The life that the six people competed in was sucked. All of them were a bloody mess.

In the past hours, they had to go through a trial for killing the people that they were allied with. After the first challenge, they had to sacrifice both friends and foes to escape from the horrible monstrous being. And they had to fight their most brutal battle yet for the final challenge.

You can imagine what these people were going through. It wouldn't be surprising if any of these people would have PTSD after this game.

"Well done. All of you have won your respective game. I would like to treat you, but I have other matters to attend to."

"Goodbye."