When night fell once again, our car drove into a strange city...

I had never left the city where I lived before. Arriving in a new city, that faint sense of novelty only lingered in my heart for a moment before being driven out by the overwhelming hatred filling my chest.

Now, all I wanted was to kill—to kill that person named Rocky. Even though I knew nothing about him, not even what he looked like, he had killed my parents, and that was a hatred that could never be resolved. I also wanted to bring my parents back to life, but I had no idea how to accomplish such a reversal of life and death, nor did I know anything about the legendary King of the Ugly.

Edward Bennett was extremely familiar with this city. After weaving through several turns, he drove us into the parking lot of a hotel that looked somewhat secluded, yet very luxurious.

He called out to me, and I got out of the car with him. After we entered the hotel, I didn’t know what he said to the lobby manager, but we quickly received two room cards. What surprised me a little was that when we entered the elevator, all the floors we saw were negative numbers—there were no numbers leading upward.

Edward Bennett and I went straight down to the twenty-eighth basement level.

Seeing that I didn’t ask him anything, Edward Bennett took the initiative to explain: “This dark training camp is more than a hundred meters underground. Not even a nuclear bomb could destroy it, and it’s absolutely impossible to escape. Everyone here is your competitor. The losers will die, so... kid, unleash your claws and bite hard. That’s your only way to survive!”

I looked expressionless, barely listening to Edward Bennett. Life and death no longer mattered to me; what mattered was killing that person named Rocky.

I had to avenge my parents. Killing Rocky had become the sole purpose of my life.

Edward Bennett was clearly very familiar with the people here. He took just over ten minutes to complete all the formalities, and then I was led to a room—or rather, a prison cell. The room had nothing but a bed and a bathroom. The door was made of three-centimeter-thick solid steel. Even with a sliding rail to help, I still had to struggle to open it.

After escorting me to the room, Edward Bennett made a gesture, which I roughly understood to mean we would not meet again.

Seeing me nod in farewell, Edward Bennett smiled, took something out of his pocket, stuffed it into my hand, and said with a grin, “A little gadget I got recently. I don’t need it. I was going to sell it, but I’ll just give it to you. It’s not worth much anyway.” With that, he turned and left at a leisurely pace.

I wanted to ask him something, but Edward Bennett walked away too quickly, and I didn’t get the chance to ask what the item was. When I unwrapped the casually bundled handkerchief, I found a bone dagger inside.

The bone dagger had no sheath. It was as lustrous as jade and looked extremely hard.

There was a strange rune on the blade, as if written in fresh blood. The dark red symbol was deeply imprinted into the bone dagger.

I was a bit puzzled. No matter how hard a bone weapon was, it couldn’t be stronger than steel, and I couldn’t guess why Edward Bennett had given me this. I weighed the dagger in my hand, then tossed it under the bed, and soon forgot about this parting gift.

It only took a few days for me to understand what the dark training camp really was. If I had to describe it in one concise word, it would be—hell!

That’s right, the dark training camp was hell, a veritable hell on earth, and everyone inside was a living devil.

There was a saying in the dark training camp: if you’re not a devil, then you’re a dead man. There is no third option!

Chapter Six: The “Wall” with Hit Points

“Hey! New kid, break time’s over. It’s time for your activities!”

It must have been the next morning. I don’t know who knocked on my door, but then the door was forcibly yanked open.

I hadn’t slept well in this hellhole. Anyone who had lost their parents, listened to a stranger’s nonsense, and ended up in a completely absurd place wouldn’t sleep soundly.

Still groggy, I walked out of the room and saw that everyone passing by was a burly man—some of them clearly not even Asian, with body hair thicker than my own hair.

The way these people looked at me was as if I were air, and I looked at them much the same.

Following these fierce men, I entered a vast underground hall and saw an instructor whose physique was unimaginably strong—he looked like a mahjong tile blown up countless times.

The instructor wore an old military uniform, so worn that you couldn’t tell which country it was from. He swept his gaze over everyone entering the hall and said in a cold, merciless tone, “Today you have a carnival event. It starts in ten minutes. Once it begins, you can attack anyone here without restriction. When ten people are dead, the game ends! The countdown starts now. You’d better get your act together, or you’ll be one of the dead.”

Hearing the instructor’s words, my heart suddenly clenched.

“Kill!”