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The lingering warmth of the festival gradually dispersed.

In the eyes of ordinary civilians in the shelter, this year’s New Birth Festival was not much different from previous years, still just as lively.

Even with the bloody interlude of the slaughter video, the volume of civilians’ dissatisfaction with the City Association actually decreased, at most venting on the internet.

After all, the City Association side still came up with reasons and evidence, proving that those killed were all Can Society people.

Still daring to protest, aren’t they tired of living?

In any case, on the surface, the matter was considered over.

However, privately, the City Association side clearly intensified the purge against the Can Society, almost to the point of catching the wrong ones rather than letting any go.

After all, the high-level officials were very clear about just how absurd what the Can Society did this time was.

Not to mention the Can Society successfully occupying the Southeast Outpost during that time, the City Association itself could not tolerate such a strong armed force right under their noses.

If the attack on the Heavy Element Reactor had really succeeded back then, whether Shelter No. 9 could still exist would be up in the air.

This wasn’t bewitching some civilians for small-scale trouble; this was wanting to flip the table.

In response, the City Association’s attitude was very unified: zero tolerance, eradicate evil completely.

As for Lu Bai, the talent who stepped forward and averted this unprecedented disaster, the City Association spared no effort in rewarding him.

Although the truth of the whole matter was inconvenient to announce, various substantive rewards were provided in full.

Rewards in economic aspects go without saying.

Upon learning that Lu Bai was still living with his younger brother and sister in Yiju City, the City Association directly approved funding through cops, and a professional building team built a residence from scratch in the Central District according to Lu Bai’s needs.

The only requirement, if it could be called that… was to have Lu Bai join City Martial Direct, serve as deputy captain of a certain team, and promote to captain as soon as there was a vacancy.

And considering that Lu Bai was currently serving in the Field Operations Department at Zu Dian Campus, they exceptionally allowed him to hold both positions concurrently.

With this resume, whether he wanted to enter the City Association to become a councilor or be assigned outward as principal of a Deathmatch Campus, there would be no problem; it would just take time.

Worth mentioning is that regarding this point, at that time both the shelter’s First Army Group and the Safety Defense Department came knocking, full of sincerity wanting to recruit Lu Bai, and offered sufficient terms.

Lu Bai’s performance in the Deathmatch Duel itself was no secret to those with power who wanted to know.

Learning that their own shelter surprisingly had such an exaggerated monster, even without Lu Bai stepping forward, it would be enough for them to come waving money to invest.

Money, honor, future prospects, even spiritual needs—all were within easy reach for Lu Bai.

Of course, this entire process was not unique to him.

The City Association was already very skilled in this aspect.

As long as they confirmed it was real talent, they would never stint on investment, and even the respect that should be given was not lacking.

In plain terms, the Underground City Management Committee of Shelter No. 9 was far from the degree of decay.

They were very clear about the foundation of their existence; with the Deathmatch System’s existence, the upward mobility could not be completely blocked, nor was there any need to block it.

There was no suppression or fear at all; in their view, an outstanding talent like Lu Bai should naturally be one of their own kind.

Regarding all this, Lu Bai did not show any resistance and accepted it very naturally.

No matter what he planned to do in the future, he should indeed first deeply understand this entire social system.

Of course, the most important thing was still to first possess power, possess power so formidable that even standing on the opposite side of everyone, he would not fear at all.

And to achieve this, in the end, he still had to return to the Deathmatch Duel.

……

“I don’t understand why you’re in such a hurry to enter the Deathmatch Arena again.”

Pu Xueli stood in front of Lu Bai, his face full of helpless confusion: “What exactly are you rushing for? Everyone only enters the Deathmatch Arena once a year, and you’re so confident in yourself? No accidents at all?”

“Yeah.”

Lu Bai sat on the sofa in the room, waiting for the new round of Deathmatch to begin, looking exceptionally relaxed, completely lacking any awareness of the impending danger.

“You know those who drown are the ones who can swim, right? You don’t lack anything now, is there any need to be in such a hurry?”

Pu Xueli looked at his appearance and really wanted to storm off in one go.

But after taking just two steps, he still turned back, earnestly continuing to persuade: “Even if you won’t consider yourself, you should consider your younger brother and sister, right?

They now have such abundant material life, free from worries about food and clothing, everyone pampering them—this is all because of you.

But what if you have an accident in the Deathmatch Duel? How old are Zi Yi and Qing Yan? You don’t think the City Association is full of great benefactors, do you?”

Lu Bai’s face still carried an innocent smile, which from Pu Xueli’s perspective was really a bit infuriating.

However, he also knew that Pu Xueli meant well; it was just that his situation really couldn’t be explained to Pu Xueli.

After Lu Bai quietly listened, he gently shook his head, then completely restrained his smile and said seriously: “I have a grasp. I might tell you the reason, but not now.”

With words said to this extent, Pu Xueli knew that further persuasion would just annoy him.

After a long silence, he huffed and stormed off: “Fine, do whatever you want. If you really die, kid, I’ll still make sure your younger brother and sister have food to eat.”

Watching Pu Xueli’s departing back, Lu Bai let out a long breath.

He really wasn’t worried about his Deathmatch Duel.

After obtaining [Load Game], Death Fighters fundamentally couldn’t threaten him; the danger came from the Deathmatch Arena itself.

And with [Restore], relying on the massive abilities in the “recycle bin,” as long as it wasn’t a Deathmatch Arena with absurdly high power level, he could basically handle it.

So in his eyes, the Deathmatch Duel really had no risk to speak of.

After the house door automatically locked, the room became exceptionally quiet.

Lu Bai looked at the countdown on the System Panel.

He gauged the time, lay on the sofa, leisurely poured himself a glass of orange juice, and drank it down.

The next second, the familiar mechanical prompt of the Deathmatch System rang in his mind.

[Ding!]

[Sixth round Deathmatch Duel opened.]

[Teleportation beginning!]

……

[Deathmatch Arena Number: 92****8743]

[Username: Clever Malphite]

[Main Title equipped: Pure Smile (Four Stars)]

[Secondary Titles equipped: Frenzied Slaughter (Four Stars), Ultimate Murderer (Four Stars)]

[Talent: 137.2]

[Current Points: 0]

[Current Rank: 200/200]

[Abilities: ?, ?, Flash Time, Ink Black, Spirit Time House]

[Note! First round Ability Pool has opened, selection available]