The God Virus

Volume 3 - 142 The Martial Contes

At the same time, in every country around the world, an event similar to the United States’ was happening as every country’s leader was finally revealing the truth.

Then, shortly afterward, the whole world was dumbfounded by the news which was being broadcasted at almost every channel!

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"So it was true... nooo, this can’t be happening." A man sitting in his own house watching the News muttered in despair.

"What do we do honey? Should we escape to some mountain where no one steps a foot in?" Her wife who was also seeing the News asked worriedly.

"No, it should be already too late... didn’t you hear... the whole world is already infected." The husband replied with a darkened expression.

"Then our kids..." She couldn’t stop her tears from falling at this point.

"It should be fine, they just need to find the cure, don’t cry, nothing will happen to us or our children."

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"Boss, it seems the world’s truly ending, everything was true after all." A suited man uttered to his boss respectfully.

"Is that so? Then... if the world’s gonna end in a year, let’s do whatever we wish to do... call all of our brothers... we’re gonna have an epic last year together." The man who seemed to be the boss replied in a rather calm voice, unlike what he was feeling internally.

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"Hahaha, so they are saying the world’s going to end and we’re all gonna die in a year??? Hahaha" A young man uttered as he laughed loudly.

"Dude, why are you laughing? Have you gone insane?" His friend inquired worriedly.

"Shut up, or I’ll kill you for real, I have nothing to fear anymore." With absolute insanity coursing through his eyes, the young man voiced.

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"Oh no...did you hear that, Hana? We’re gonna die... what should we do? I don’t wanna die, sob..." With teary eyes, a girl asked her best friend.

Her friend though, seemed to have been acting strange and quiet since the moment she had heard the News, but at this moment, she finally opened her mouth, "I don’t know... but I know what I’m gonna do... I’m gonna live the last year of my life by doing whatever I feel like doing... first of all... I liked that boy for a while, right? I’m gonna have my way with him first."

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"Uwu, dad I don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna die..." A crying young child who was at the age which could clearly understand what was going on around him asked his father.

"Don’t worry son, it’ll be okay, I promise." Hugging his child, that person replied with a forced smile.

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Situations similar to these were currently happening throughout the world, while some accepted the situation rather nicely, most didn’t.

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CULTIVATION EARTH - THE DAY OF CONTESTS

In a particular section of the Normal Disciples, there was a place which had tens of stages that were usually used at the times like this when there was some kind of contest or ceremony inside the sect.

Right now, this place was filled with disciples who had come from different sections of the sect in order to participate in this special contest, while having high hopes of winning something if they were lucky enough.

"Greetings senior brother, you’re participating too? Weren’t you in closed-door training?" One of the Normal disciples asked her senior brother in the same section.

"Haha, well, I just ended my closed-door training session and then I said, hey, why don’t I participate in the ’Martial’ Contest and try my luck."

"Don’t tell me you’ve already brok..."

"..." That senior disciple though, replied to her question only with a wide grin which was yelling ’of course’.

"Ahh, you must be the dark horse among the normal disciples then... congratulations senior brother."

"Haha, it’s not as exaggerated as that."

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"Senior apprentice-sister, you’re aiming for the championship, right?"

"I will see what happens..." That specific senior apprentice-sister replied as such with a very cold attitude.

"Well, with your special bloodline, it shouldn’t be that hard for you... though I’m a little worried about those two..."

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"What?! You’ve already broken through to the sixth level of Qi Passage Opening Stage? Are you for real? But... you had just broken through around a month ago..." An Inferior Disciple uttered in astonishment.

"Haha, well... what can I say, I must be a genius..."

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Noises were being heard from everywhere around the stage when at this moment, two people appeared near the stages.

Then, stopping one of the passing by disciples, the male asked, "Hello, can you please tell me where should a disciple with the number three on his piece of wood go to?"

Being stopped by a random disciple all of a sudden honestly made that disciple quite annoyed, so he replied, "Tsk tsk, you don’t even know that? Well, from the number three written on your wooden ticket, that was to be expected, anyway, go there... don’t bother me anymore."

After pointing at a particular place, that disciple instantly left in disdain.

"Master... these people are all so arrogant... what’s wrong with them? Are they crazy?" The girl by that male’s side finally opened her mouth as she talked while gritting her teeth.

"Haha, well I told you before didn’t I... this world is different from ours... this is a world where strong eats the weak... so they are strongly affected by the rules and cultures here. There are some who aren’t really affected by them too, however, they are really hard to find." The male by her side, who was obviously Virus, replied.

"They are on my nerves all the time, if I could just teach them a lesson..." The golden beauty uttered as she was really annoyed and frustrated.

"Haha, when a dog barks at you, you don’t bark back, do you now? Don’t forget about our goal of coming here, until then, try to control yourself." With a short laugh of amusement, Virus replied.

He was actually so casual and unbothered by these rude behaviors for now mainly because he didn’t want to put himself at their level, as he felt like he would be degrading himself like that, though he would teach them a lesson not by talking, but by action if he ever felt like it.

"Let’s go." Saying this, they began to walk toward a particular desk where that rude person had previously pointed at.

Arriving in front of that table, he witnessed a middle-aged woman sitting behind it, "Hello, ma’am, can you please guide me as to where I should go in order to participate in the Martial Contest?"

Though, hearing his words, the middle-aged woman stayed quiet for a while as her head and attention were entirely on the book in front of her.

A while passed by when that woman finally began to utter without even raising her head, "What’s the number written on your wooden ticket?"

"Three."

Hearing that, the middle-aged woman took out a piece of wood from under her table, as she began to talk, "Three, huh... then you need to start fighting from today onwards... here, take this piece of wood, go to stage number five, and when the number written on this piece of wood is called, be present on stage."

Listening to the middle-aged woman’s words, Virus didn’t really understand why she said ’he had to fight from today since his number was three’, but regardless of that, he voiced a ’thank you’ as the two began walking toward stage number five.

When they were there, the two patiently waited for around half an hour, when a middle-aged man appeared on stage number five as he began to talk, "The ’Martial’ Contest will officially begin now."