"Yo, Luther, are you really willing to give me this superb product and let me send it to the upper floor?"

"Such good goods, of course, have to be enjoyed by the upper class first, and if they are tired and then thrown down, Luther will stay on the lower floor, if they are soiled by the guests, they will not be able to reap great benefits if they are sent to the upper floor."

The two upper management, looking at the projection in the light brain, were very satisfied with Luther's acquaintance.

In the projection, the man looked respectful: "The 17th floor is going to start tonight, why don't you send it to make a lottery?" ”

Hearing this, the two senior managers looked at each other.

"It's also a good lottery, so it's good to send it to the arena with that kid to refresh everyone."

"Luther, pack the goods and send them to us."

"Okay, I'll do it right away."

The light brain ends the link, and the projection dissipates.

The man who was still respectful just now sneered: "I thought it would take some effort to enter the 17th floor, but I didn't expect it to be so easy." ”

Raising his hand, he touched his face, and the biological skin was unloaded, revealing the slender figure of the girl.

17th floor, backstage service area of the stadium.

A teenager with short black hair, naked, sat in a beauty cabin.

The skin is almost transparent, revealing an unhealthy pathology, the hair is as black as night, sticking to the forehead and the back of the neck one by one, and the eyes are deep and hollow, as if they are a pool of stagnant water, without waves, let be washed and tossed, like a well-groomed pet.

Ten minutes later, his body was changed into a soft black robe, on which dark golden lines were faintly visible, shining brightly.

The young man is thin, with a black robe, and the whole person reveals a bit of sickness and mystery, even if there is no expression, there is still a sense of ancient beauty.

The staff waiting next to him appreciated it with some satisfaction: "According to some of the costume data of the ancient earth in the game, the clothes made are really beautiful." ”

The boy was sent to the conveyor platform, as if it were about to be served.

"I heard that the lower level sent a superb product today, and the management explained that it would be sent to the arena to make a lottery with this."

"Like this lucky boy, he was also brought from the slums, although he is a reformed person, but I heard that he was born with black hair and black eyes, and he has not been labeled."

Two backstage staff, bowing their heads and whispering.

The black-haired boy sitting on the portal table raised his eyes slightly, and his eyes moved slightly: black-haired and black-eyed?

He opened his mouth and, in a somewhat jerky tone, asked, "Where is she?" ”

The staff glanced at him, looked a little obscene, and responded with a smile:

"You'll see her right away."

The black-haired boy didn't ask, and someone next to him activated the portal, and he closed his eyes, stunning.

After passing through the space passage for a short time, it was only a second, and the young man's face instantly turned a lot pale, frowning slightly, covering his stomach, and suppressing the feeling of nausea.

"The game has begun, please take a seat here."

Having arrived at the arena, the black-haired boy was taken to the high platform projected by the spotlights, a high platform that only accommodated two seats, isolated on all sides by a hazy light curtain.

“.”

It was quiet outside, there were no loud shouts of excitement, and when the boy opened his eyes, he could only glimpse hundreds of players wearing game helmets who seemed to be sleeping with their eyes closed in the darkness below.

Have they already entered that game?

On the light screen in front of you, there is only the constantly rotating ID bar, which is the real-time ranking of the players.

The boy looked at it for a while, and the turn was very fast, except for the top of the list, the dim ID, which did not move.

“Q”

His eyes moved, he withdrew his gaze, clasped his hands, placed them on his abdomen, and sat quietly.

Beside him, there was a slight sound, and another 'color head' was sent to the high platform, and he sat right next to him.

The staff has left.

Another light fell, and the boy turned his face slightly and looked over to the seat next to him.

The girl with her eyes closed, her long black hair scattered, her porcelain-white face, ink-like eyebrows and eyes, and a red mark added to the strange bewitchment and beauty.

A covered silver armor glows with a smooth and sharp luster under the light, and the slender but perfect body curve is nowhere the creator's intentions are missing.

"Ahem"

The young man coughed, there was no one around, only the light above his head fell, he made a ghost, stretched out his hand and touched it gently, the girl's hand hanging by his side.

No response.

He lowered his eyes, and just as he was about to withdraw his hand, his slender and slender fingers suddenly clasped his wrist.

The young man was slightly stunned, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the owner of the hand, opened his eyes, and looked at him.

"I activated the logo?"

The black-haired boy's face became more and more pale, and he, a slave who was imprisoned in the Heavenly Domain and had no free body, activated a transformer who was given to the top customer of the upper class?

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through his mind, until the girl who was holding him looked at him, and a brief moment of doubt flashed in her calm eyes.

"You've never been in the game?"

The girl spoke, her voice clear and gentle.

Game?

The black-haired boy looked dazed, turned his head to look at the light curtain in front of him, and subconsciously shook his head.

He was born in a slum, his memory is incomplete, he is extremely unfamiliar with the outside world, and after entering the heavenly realm, he does not have any free time, how can he have any opportunity to play games?

"No wonder."

The girl let go of him, got up from her seat, and walked to the edge of the high platform.

"What are you going to do?"

The black-haired teenager tried to stop them, and they were not allowed to move around.

The girl stood on the edge of the high platform, away from the position of chasing the light, and looked back at him in the half-light and half-darkness:

"What's your name?"

The black-haired boy's eyes lit up, he opened his mouth, uttered a syllable with some difficulty, and replied in a jerky tone:

"Xie Ran."

The girl standing on the high platform raised her eyes sharply and repeated: "Xie Ran? ”