The joy brought by the skill upgrade did not last long, and Zhang Luo found that the skill of light footwork was actually not very useful for the upcoming battle.

Maybe it's because the level is too low.,Except for the slight lighter physical sensation.,Plus the running speed becomes faster.,This skill has no other effect.。

When facing a thousand strange heretical creatures, running and rushing at each other when they come up is undoubtedly a typical act of death. So this skill can probably only be used for escape and dodge.

“…… Never mind. ”

Turning off the treadmill and raising his hand to wipe the beads of sweat on his forehead, Zhang Luo gave up the idea of continuing to practice "light footwork". Intended to ask Frankenstein about the specifics of the "Halloween Killing Race".

Because what Bloody Mary just said is very vague, my current understanding of this game is limited to the name. Participating in this kind of brutal killing contest in a state of blackness is basically no different from sending people to death.

So what is needed now is to find out the specifics of the game first.

After contacting Frankenstein with the Eye of the Executioner to explain his intentions, the other party did not speak, but sent something that looked like a poster.

"Well, how do you open this?"

Shaking his head and frowning, he laboriously controlled the cursor in front of him with his eyes, moving to the image file in the lower right corner of the field of vision. Even Zhang Luo, who has always had no sense of shame, had a subtle depressed feeling of "what am I doing......

"Your Executioner's Eye needs to be improved a little more, it's too inconvenient to use right now."

After giving Frankenstein his opinion, Zhang Luo opened the picture from the other party, and a scarlet poster immediately appeared in front of him.

The poster depicts an amphitheater with spikes and blood on all four walls, and in the center of the corpse-strewn field, two blurry black shadows that can't see what they are are facing each other.

The text at the top of the screen is still the "heretical language" in the eyes of the executioner who does not know the source, but can understand it himself:

Welcome to real hell! Halloween Killing Race is waiting for you to join!

Sponsor: SCP Foundation, New. NEW-UMBRELLA, THE NAYA SUB BELIEVERS' LEAGUE, THE NASA -- WE SPECIFICALLY ASKED US NOT TO RELEASE THEIR NAMES.

Competition time: Qualifiers: September 15 - September 20.

Group stage: September 22 - September 27.

Finals: September 30.

The top three contestants will receive generous rewards specially prepared by the organizing committee!

For more information about the event, please turn on the TV between midnight and midnight, type "666" on the remote control and one of our liaisons will contact you. Special reminder: Please be careful not to anger the liaison, otherwise we will not be able to guarantee your personal safety, thank you for your support!

After reading the text on the poster, Zhang Luo took a lot of effort to turn it off, and then asked Frankenstein:

"Aren't there any semi-finals in this competition?"

"The final is a multi-person melee, and one game determines the winner or loser." Frankenstein was quick to respond.

"OK, my problem solved." Zhang Luo nodded.

Just as he was about to shut down the conversation, Frankenstein sent another message:

"Come to the base, I need to modify you."

-- This statement is really dangerous enough......

Smiling helplessly, Zhang Luo got dressed and went downstairs, stopping a taxi to go to the outskirts of the city.

Half an hour later, he was in front of the abandoned office building of the sewage treatment plant.

The walls of the building in front of me were mottled, and weeds even grew at the door, revealing an inexplicable desolate smell.

After confirming that he was not being followed, Zhang Luo strode into the office building, opened the secret door in the basement with ease, and entered the empty basement.

Then, following the steps Carremont had explained to him, he pulled out the metal crest engraved with the flaming skull in his pocket and pressed it against the basement wall.

"Buzz!"

With a low roar, a dark blue glow erupted in the open space in the center of the basement, and when the vision became clear again, the dark brown metal "box" with complex patterns on the shell had appeared in the center of the basement.

Open the door on the box and walk into this "stable portal". After a familiar feeling of dizziness, Zhang Luo finally arrived at the arsenal of the Strange Tales Research Society's base.

"Hey."

The girl in white who was still standing in front of the workbench waved lazily to Zhang Luo. And Bloody Mary, who helped him sign up before, was standing next to Frankenstein at this time, with a similar height and a black and white outfit, it looked like a "twin sisters".

"Is there something wrong with me?" Zhang Luo went straight to the point.

"Hide your identity." Frankenstein spares words as much as usual.

"What do you mean?"

"The fact that you are a 'collector' physique can't be exposed, otherwise those guys in the arena won't let you leave alive." Bloody Mary explained Frankenstein: "The existence of a collector is 'everybody shouting and beating' in our place, and if it weren't for Lord Frankenstein's permission, I would have killed you on the train." ”

"You're really direct." Zhang Luo didn't care about Bloody Mary's dangerous speech, but continued to ask: "So, I need to win the game without revealing my identity, right?" ”

"I'm not optimistic that you will win, after all, you are just a human ......" Bloody Mary nodded: "All in all, in the arena, don't try to absorb the opponent's ability, once your identity is revealed, even the manifestation of God will not be able to save you." ”

"I see, is there anything else I need to pay attention to?" Zhang Luo asked.

Hearing his words, Bloody Mary turned her head and glanced at the girl in white beside her, with a hint of hesitation in her voice: "According to Lord Frankenstein, you are representing our 'Strange Talk Research Society' in this competition, and for our honor, you must win a good ranking." So ......"

"Transformation." Frankenstein said and stood in front of Zhang Luo, stretched out his small hand that seemed to be weak, but was actually more terrifying than iron tongs, and pinched Zhang Luo's arm.

"What's the transformation method? I don't have any intention of becoming a robot. Zhang Luo took a step back vigilantly.

Before Frankenstein could speak, Bloody Mary glared at Zhang Luo, with a little anger in her voice: "Lord Frankenstein's transformation can't be enjoyed by ordinary people at all, and you still have opinions?" ”

"Of course, I have to be responsible for my own body, after all, there are some organs that cannot be replaced by machines......"

Zhang Luo was still arguing, and then he saw Frankenstein in front of him shaking his little head and said in a low voice: "It's not a machine, it's a spatial ability." ”

"Spatial capabilities...... Could it be the ability to conjure up equipment at will as is common in comics and novels? Zhang Luo immediately became interested.

- In many of the stories he's seen, there are things like "space rings" or "storage spaces." In fact, he had long had the idea of making something similar, after all, it would be very inconvenient to even go out if he carried a knife like the "Monster's Fang" with him. Not to mention other weapons.

Frankenstein nodded, then closed his eyes and sent a message to Zhang Luo with the "Executioner's Eye":

"Yes, install a switch and a small space door on your right hand and connect it to your small 'personal storage room' inside the base, which can be turned on to remove gear if needed. Otherwise, if you go straight through space with one hand, your hand will be shattered. ”

"How unpleasant you are." Zhang Luo sighed, and then immediately agreed to Frankenstein's proposal:

"I accept this transformation, then please leave it to you."

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