Central Hospital.
The night is like the sea, the moonlight like jade.
Lv Shu stands under the streetlight, his chest adorned with white layered collars, the embedded ruby red as blood. He adjusts his form-fitting vest uneasily, feeling uncomfortable in this aristocratic blood clan attire.
He thought the Central Hospital, as the site of antibodies, would be fraught with danger, but unexpectedly, upon arrival... he is met with a sea of people.
The hospital windows, main doors, back doors... contestants are pouring in. The scene is less apocalyptic, more like an overcrowded concert. The contestants of the Disciple Game number over a hundred million, even with parallel servers dividing them, roughly two to three thousand gather here once excluding those without combat power.
A white-haired youth grasps his hand and whispers: "I sense many powerful players here. Good man, perhaps we shouldn't get closer."
