My Ability Pool is Superior

The Glasses Man’s proposal did not receive recognition from everyone.

“Tch.”

The burly man with a sturdy build sneered, his ferocious gaze sweeping over everyone: “Cooperation? Who knows how many replicants are really among you. I dare not trust.”

The remaining Death Fighter was also a young man, but the nasolabial folds on his face were very deep, and his appearance did not look easy to get along with.

Sure enough, as soon as he opened his mouth, it was tit-for-tat.

“Then what do you propose? Have a fight right here? Then the whole game gets locked in prison, waiting for someone to come knocking and kill us?”

Lu Bai did not participate in their discussion, merely sizing up the Title above each of their heads, his face showing a pleased expression.

Starting from the fourth round, every Death Fighter with a Title would be forcibly equipped with the Main Title.

Finally, he was no longer the only one sporting a Title everywhere.

Buzz Cut Middle-aged Man, [Fanatic of Khorne (One Star)].

Glasses Man, [Gloomy Skull Collector (Two Stars)].

Burly Man, [Violent Chew Bone (One Star)].

Nasolabial Fold Young Man, [Rainy Night Murderer (One Star)].

Lu Bai, [Pure Smile (Two Stars)].

Setting aside Lu Bai, the Titles of the other four Death Fighters all carried a bit of bloody smell.

It felt like if the natives could see these Titles, they would probably be scared half to death.

Being locked up was really not unjust.

“Then I still have to try.”

Chew Bone stood up directly, leaning his upper body forward, and with his burly physique, it was quite oppressive.

The Murderer was not intimidated at all, glaring back, making his already prominent nasolabial folds even deeper.

“Interesting. You’re so eager to stir things up—could it be that you’re actually a replicant?”

At these words, the Collector and the Fanatic both turned their gazes to Chew Bone.

Hearing this accusation, Chew Bone instantly flushed red with anger: “Bullshit!”

Admittedly, as the hunting side, replicants were generally stronger than Death Fighters, with clear advantages in both physical fitness and combat proficiency.

But becoming an Official Death Fighter was not something for the weak.

For a single replicant to take on several Death Fighters alone was still beyond their capability.

Especially in such a cramped environment, the disadvantage was all too obvious.

Even if there really was a replicant among them, they wouldn’t dare reveal their identity.

“That’s enough.”

The Collector pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, smiling as he smoothed things over: “If you ask me, everyone here is a true person. No replicants.”

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The gatekeeper door suddenly emitted a series of booms, as if being violently beaten with something.

Whoosh~

The small window on the door was pulled down, and a Prison Guard-like figure came to the window, scolding: “All of you shut the fuck up and go to sleep!”

After saying that, this Prison Guard closed the small window again, and the footsteps gradually faded away.

Everyone present exchanged glances and tacitly lowered their volume.

The Collector finally turned his attention to Lu Bai: “Smiling Face Brother, any ideas?”

Realizing it was hard to reach a consensus, he quickly shifted his thinking—at least to secure the majority side.

Lu Bai’s face bore a harmless smile, giving no sense of any aggressiveness.

He said softly: “No matter what, everyone’s idea is definitely to leave this prison first.”

The Collector nodded: “Rightly said. Since everyone’s objective is the same, there’s still a basis for cooperation.”

“This might not be that easy.”

The Fanatic reached up and rubbed his buzz cut, appearing somewhat honest: “You can take a look at this round’s Ability Pool.”

Hearing this, Lu Bai also promptly opened the Ability Pool selection interface.

[Underwater Breathing (Silver): After obtaining this ability, you will be able to breathe underwater, but only through your navel.]

[I Think I’ve Seen You Somewhere (Silver): Can call out the name of a girl you like.]

[Shave Head and Kill Uncle in the First Month (Silver): When you cut your hair in the first month, your uncle will die.]

Sure enough, the level of this first round’s Ability Pool was not ideal.

Even his was a Silver Level Ability Pool; the other Death Fighters would obviously only get White Abilities.

Lu Bai silently selected [Shave Head and Kill Uncle].

Silver Abilities were hard to produce any remarkable effects when used alone. With [Load Game] in hand, he preferred to choose this kind of ability with a bit of rules effect.

“Tch, this is truly a game-breaking start.”

The Murderer walked alone to the large bunk against the wall and sat down, crossing his legs.

Everyone’s hearts sank.

Prisoner identity, and the first round’s Ability Pool was not very useful.

Luckily there were a full five Death Fighters present; if there was only one, the mindset would probably collapse.

The Collector let out a long breath, easing the irritation in his heart.

He lowered his voice and said: “Everyone, now only unity and collaboration can get us out of this prison. I hope everyone can honestly announce their abilities.”

As he spoke, he pulled out a handheld electric drill from thin air.

“This is the ability I chose this round. It might be somewhat useful.”

White Level abilities would not have any supernatural effects.

This electric drill was naturally just an ordinary building tool.

Chew Bone snorted coldly: “What do you mean? You planning to jailbreak with that thing?”

The others noticed the power cord trailing from the electric drill, and their complexions were not too good.

Never mind whether one electric drill could realistically drill through the prison—even in this dump, where to find a power outlet?

“I selected a cigarette.”

The Fanatic scratched his head embarrassedly: “I have a bit of a nicotine addiction. Anyone got a light?”

On the other large bunk, the Murderer had already lain down on his own: “We definitely can’t get out in the short term. Better to sleep well first and recharge our spirits.”

“Fuck, what kind of demoralizing shit are you spouting over there!”

Chew Bone cursed loudly; from the start, he had taken a dislike to this guy with the obvious nasolabial folds.

“What’s wrong? Did I say something off?” The Murderer turned over on the bunk, his expression turning cold.

“Don’t be like that. Both of you have valid points.”

Seeing these two about to argue again, the Collector hurriedly stepped in to smooth things over.

He looked back at Lu Bai and that Buzz Cut Middle-aged Man.

The Fanatic seemed somewhat detached, idly rubbing his buzz cut.

While Lu Bai was watching the drama with keen interest.

The Collector couldn’t help but sigh inwardly: tough crowd to lead.

But things had come to this; he still clapped his hands and said: “Everyone, let’s just sleep well tonight. We’ll see the situation tomorrow. Even prisoners get yard time, right?”

This made sense, and no one present refuted him.

Lu Bai chuckled and went to the corner to settle down.

“Let’s sleep then. Good night, everyone.”

The remaining few each found a spot to rest.

Actually, logically speaking, squeezing a bit, the large bunk could fit six people.

However, the Death Fighters present were still wary of each other; it was just that considering the need for sincere cooperation, they hadn’t put it out in the open.

Perhaps not wanting to seem cowardly, it was actually Chew Bone, who had argued with the Murderer earlier, who boldly went to the large bunk and lay down.

Everyone were chance acquaintances with nothing much to chat about; the prison cell soon returned to silence.

……

The next day,

Or rather, a few hours later.

Around three or four in the morning.

A soft shout woke the others from light sleep.

Lu Bai opened his eyes and looked, borrowing the faint light coming through the door crack.

He could barely make out that on the large bunk, Chew Bone’s neck was twisted into an exaggerated arc, dead without a sound.

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