"Wakeyyy, waaakeyyy, ya lot who're still... hic... still alive! Heh... rise an' shine, ya lucky bastards!"
The Trial Overseer, still casually sipping from his bottle of alcohol, looked over the faces of the remaining participants.
These were the ones who had managed to endure the first trial—twenty-four hours of sheer survival.
Simple enough on paper, right?
Just last a day.
However…
Under most of the participants' eyes, the trembling hands, and the haunted expressions told a different story.
For them, it hadn't been just a day—it had been a lifetime of terror condensed into twenty-four brutal hours.
'What pussies…' Feng Shen thought to himself.
He sat cross-legged on the ground, yawning lazily, his expression one of utter boredom.
He had come into this trial expecting excitement, instead he found himself fattening his little piggy.
Still, it wasn't all bad.
