novelraw Chapter 174: Fierce Ghost Street Championship was about to begin!
Chapter 174: Fierce Ghost Street Championship was about to begin!
In the real world, with ten hours left on the countdown to the Ghost Street Championship, the Chosen Ones’ forum, and even the entire Internet, is filled with a tragic atmosphere.
This kind of massive instance is fatal to those Chosen Ones who enter, with almost no chance of survival.
Out of a hundred thousand Chosen Ones, though most willingly go to their deaths for the sake of all humanity, their impending doom inevitably brings sorrow.
Online, one by one, farewell letters appear, moving countless people to tears.
"I’m sorry, please forgive me. I’m not a hero, but a coward," a participant confessed online.
"Please forgive me. I’m not the hero you speak of, but a complete coward. I’m willing to go to my death only out of fear! No longer willing to face the brutal, terrifying instances, to be playthings for horrifying ghosts, I choose to die this time, to leave a chance of survival for those who are useful.
But I’m no hero, don’t expect me to be brave and fearless like one. Inside the instance, I’ll choose a place to end my life painlessly; this is the last thing I, a coward, can do."
No one scolded or blamed the poster for this message. People only saw a profound sense of helplessness and compassion.
Who wouldn’t fear the unknown? Even among the hundred thousand heading bravely to their deaths, how many are genuinely fearless?
Soon, other Chosen Ones commented, each sharing their thoughts.
Chosen One (Anonymous): No! Who says you’re not a hero! That’s not a battlefield; it’s a horror world! Your choice is wise. Rather than being tormented by those evil ghosts, becoming their food or playthings, it’s better to find a place to end your life directly.
Chosen One (Anonymous): Exactly! Though this is a battle between two evil ghost forces, we Chosen Ones don’t even have the right to participate. We are just objects for their amusement or consumption!
Charlie: Didn’t someone enter the Fierce Ghosts’ headquarters instance early? What happened? Any news?
Chosen One (Anonymous): Indeed, even the military and UN personnel have gone in. General Henry is there too, but... sigh!
Danya: General Henry entered the horror world? He’s so old; how could he endure such torture?
Chosen One (Anonymous): Right! That’s the Fierce Ghosts’ headquarters! He’s been there so long without returning, the situation doesn’t look good. To think General Henry went from a humble firefighter to a general. To be treated like this in old age, thinking of him being toyed with and tormented by a bunch of ghosts, it cuts me to the heart!
Frieza: Salute to General Henry. May you enter heaven soon, and be reborn in a world without the horror realm!
Flinn: Salute to General Henry. I’m also one of the Chosen Ones this time, and I’ll soon join you in heaven!
Chosen One (Anonymous): Salute to the General...
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The Internet in the real world is filled with a tragic atmosphere. People’s emotions are incredibly pessimistic, feeling as if the end of the world is imminent.
However, in the horror world, at the Fierce Ghosts’ headquarters.
Crack!
A crisp whip sound resonated through the entire headquarters as General Henry furiously whipped a car-crash ghost, his eyes wide as he roared:
"What are you doing! What the hell are you all doing! Just standing at attention under the pressure of a General-level for twenty hours, and you can’t handle this small test? You dare call yourselves ghosts!
I’m bloody ashamed of you! If you don’t want to go hungry to the battlefield tomorrow, get your spirits up! Move an eyebrow, and I’ll whip you three times!"
As the words left Henry’s mouth, the ghosts of evil spirit rank shivered abruptly, stood straight as rods, and dared not move an inch.
It was unknown which batch of members General Henry was training now.
Now, Henry’s name within the Fierce Ghost Association was synonymous with a demon. His reputation among the ghosts was not much different from that of Alexander.
After more than half a month of intensive devilish training, the entire Fierce Ghost Association had been completely transformed.
Currently, the last batch of newly recruited members was in training, a total of 150,000.
The number of members in the Fierce Ghost Association had reached an astonishing 1.6 million!
Due to the limited time, in order to quickly achieve results, the instructors, including General Henry, embarked on furious devilish military training, making them renowned as the demon instructors of the Fierce Ghost Association.
Contrary to what the chosen ones in reality had guessed, General Henry and others were not being tortured; they were the ones brutally torturing these evil ghosts.
Henry’s whip, contributed by the electric ghosts, had nearly drained the electric wires from their bodies!
Not only that, to increase the difficulty of training, a few of Edward’s subordinates with the rank of general were also utilized as weight machines, constantly pressuring the trainees to ensure their military posture.
At the end of the final training session, all the instructors gathered and headed to the lounge specifically chosen for them at the Fierce Ghost Association’s base.
It was the most lavish and luxuriously decorated room.
At the entrance, even two Fierce-level ghosts were appointed as guards.
Don’t think appointing Fierce-level ghosts as guards is an exaggeration; the month-long military training had demonstrated the instructors’ effectiveness, transforming the ghosts as if they had been reborn.
They were suddenly regularized from undisciplined ruffians, greatly enhancing their overall combat effectiveness.
Therefore, although they gritted their teeth in hatred for the instructors during training, they were filled with respect afterwards.
They even fought secretly for the honor of being a guard for the instructors, with one ghost’s head getting knocked off in the process.
With 1.6 million members in the Fierce Ghost Association, those below Fierce-level didn’t even have the qualification to compete. Even higher-ranking red-haired and purple-haired ghosts couldn’t resist wanting to compete.
Eventually, the spots indeed fell to them.
The red-haired and purple-haired ghosts were extremely talented and would be prioritized for cultivation in any faction.
Their assignment as guards highlighted the importance the Fierce Ghost Association placed on these instructors.
Upon entering, several beautiful ghost women immediately rushed up, took off the generals’ coats, handed them iced coffee, and served sliced ghost apples.
Over the past half a month, this has been the most basic treatment, and these instructors have even directly become evil spirit-level chosen ones by eating ghost food.
After sipping a beverage and biting into a sweet and crispy ghost apple, Henry relaxed contentedly on a blood-stained sofa, sighing, "It’s finally over, I’m a bit reluctant to leave, though!"
"Yes! Being an instructor here is like paradise! The new recruits in the real world are so finicky; you can’t beat or scold them. Unlike the ghosts here, if they’re disobedient, you can whip them with electric whips, so satisfying!"
The others nodded in agreement, having fully satisfied their craving to be instructors.
"Gentlemen!"
Just then, the red-haired ghost pushed open the door and walked in:"Tommy DeVito is here!"
Tommy DeVito? Alexander!
That meant the Fierce Ghost Street Championship was about to begin!