Chapter 1: The Uncrowned King

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This world is very vast, this world is also very small, often engraved in people's minds, but the patterns displayed on the map, no one can see completely, wind, frost, rain and snow, rocks and rubble, most of the time are carried by the lines.

This world is not good or bad, some people think it is good, some people think it is not very good, but it never cares whether this world is good or bad.

The world is running on its own, and in the alternation of day and night, wealth has quietly changed, money status, royal power and wealth.

After solving the problem of food and clothing through labor, more and more people began to know how to enjoy life, so more and more entertainment projects were quietly born, but the people who really stood at the top of the pyramid had their entertainment projects that many people could not achieve in their lives.

Today is not a special day, not a holiday, not an anniversary, but today is also very special, such a day is known to less than 100 people in the world, but these people hold almost one-fifth of the world's economic lifeline.

Through the change of the current in the data line, the long-awaited picture also appeared in the display in front of the big guys.

Nearly 100 monitors show different images, including killers, assassins, and mercenaries.

These people may be able to dominate at times, but now, these people are just "game characters" that have evolved according to the script.

Why would these people who are accustomed to freedom be so willing to become a pawn in other people's entertainment? In addition to the interests that people are eager to seek, the most important thing is that the person who survives this game is the uncrowned king of the entire dark world.

The survival rate of this killing game called Dark Day is less than one percent, but there are still many people who train desperately for the triennial Dark Day, and make careful preparations, even if they know that they are likely to be in a different place, everyone is just for the less than one percent hope.

As time passed, not only the survivors of the dark days, but also the rich and powerful people from all over the world, and of course a few politicians among them.

Dark days are not only highly stressful for the participants, but also for the spectators in front of the monitors, and every dark day someone falls out of the circle of spectators, and then a new person comes in, but gradually there are fewer and fewer people who have the right to speak.

The dark day is from morning to night, the killing in the monitor has not stopped, the sudden assassination, the rampage of the killing, under the bloody wash, the back of someone in front of the monitor is full of cold sweat, and some people sit weakly on the expensive chair, casually open the red wine worth millions, and then the whole bottle is poured on the ground, the smile on the face becomes more and more wanton, and finally someone gets up and leaves, even if he is still in the ranks of the rich, but the next time he returns to the monitor, God knows when.

A dozen figures left, and the rest of them were unwavering, they knew that there would be new people coming in next time, but now those new people were not qualified to do so.

The picture of hundreds of monitors finally became a unified picture, with a black figure, a silver mask, and slightly red eyes. He wasn't strong, but when the sun went down and the dark sun rose, he was the only one alive.

Anyone staring at the monitor knew him, the eyes behind the silver mask, to be exact. Someone saw it six years ago, someone saw it three years ago, and it's seen again today.

No one knows the name of this black figure, even though he has been the uncrowned king of the dark world three times, but everyone knows that this black figure comes from Paradise Island, the best mercenary group in the world, there is no one.

Because of the appearance of this black shadow, many people's wealth has been drastically reduced, but for those here, compared to seeing the black shadow appear and sit on the throne made of black gold until the end, many people are more excited than winning money.

Legend has it that the only time the Dark Days ever appeared was the old man from the East who took the sword called the Dragon Soul, and now, more people have witnessed the Triple Domination that has only appeared in rumors.

"Thank you for your support, I'm sorry for breaking the bank, but it is undeniable that this is the most exciting and memorable day of Darkness. ”

The host wearing a black veil appeared in front of the monitor, without any politeness or greetings, and when the voice fell, he had already issued an eviction order.

After an adrenaline-pumping day, the audience always wants to relax, so naturally they don't want to stop at the venue.

The crowd in front of the monitor has dispersed, but the smell of blood on the other side of the monitor has not yet dissipated......

The black figure sat on a chair made of black gold, and there was a lot of blood on his body, but more of it was someone else's.

The expression hidden behind the silver mask was not caught at all, the eyes were hollow, and after making sure that all the camera equipment was extinguished, the figure stood up and walked towards the corpse that was still warm.

"Chen, you can definitely dominate three times in a row!"

"Chen, after we win this time, Paradise Island can really become the number one in the world!"

"Chen, it doesn't matter if you don't want to go, I'm here, as long as I'm here, no one will dare to challenge you to take away the tiger spirit!"

Dressed in black, the voices in his ears became clearer with every step he took, until the owner of those voices appeared in his field of vision.

Gunshot wounds, knife and axe wounds, and broken parts of the body. The fatal wound came from the blood line in the neck, which was presumably taken advantage of by some Assassin.

"Ah Zuo!"

His hoarse voice seemed to have been sawn open, and even though he knew that it would not help, he still gently called the corpse in his arms, just like every morning before, but no one could respond to him anymore.

Picking up the young man named Ah Zuo, the back of the black figure leaving was full of loneliness.

Naturally, someone is responsible for cleaning up the corpses of the Dark Day, and there is usually no one or organization to collect the bodies of the losers here.

So the black figure left with a corpse, although it did not conform to the conventional rules, but no one dared to stop it, just because those cleaners in the distance knew that even if the black figure held a corpse, he could kill himself.

The black figure was holding the young man's body, and it didn't take long for a helicopter to stop in front of him. Someone took the corpse and went to settle down, and the black figure sat in the helicopter looking at the farther and farther towns, the silver mask falling without realizing it.

He is from Paradise Island, he is a war orphan adopted by mercenaries, he won the Dark Day three times, his name is Xiang Chen, and once again he became the uncrowned king of the dark world......

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