Hand Of God

Chapter 39 Remember you lost the bet

"He's standing up, and he seems to be in a normal condition."

This was Diana's voice. During the ideological dispute between Clark and Thomas, she basically didn't listen to a word.

She was just looking at Adam, who was squatting there, frowning and guessing whether his injuries were serious.

Now, she could finally be relieved.

"Ah, this trial is really troublesome, turning out like this."

"But it's quite interesting, haha, decided, let's give it a try!"

Adam, standing up, spoke to the vast desert in front of him, talking to himself.

Speaking of it, he even laughed out loud, sweeping away the previous sense of dejection, as if his emotions were completely unaffected, leaving the judges staring in surprise.

Then people watched as he started to move his limbs and make various strange poses on the spot.

"Is he having a mental problem?" Norman speculated with a struggling expression.

In fact, what Adam was doing now was a kind of rehabilitation training.

He had been squatting there with his head down, on one hand thinking about what to do next, and on the other hand, healing himself.

He had no medical means, and when it came to healing, it was simply a very basic ice application.

His internal injuries seemed not too severe; he wondered if he could apply some cold compresses and get through this trial first.

Now standing up, he intended to move his body in all directions to see how it was.

After moving for a while, it felt: not bad!

Feeling the state of his body, Adam immediately set off, rushing in a certain direction.

He muttered to himself:

"This trial is really troublesome, is it simulating the darkness of society?"

"But although I don't know how to satisfy everyone, I know very well how to make everyone dissatisfied!"

Watching Adam recover from the previous blow, Clark and others raised their eyebrows.

But they had no idea what he was going to do.

"In this situation, there's still a lot of time, it seems he hasn't given up, is he planning to rob others?"

"Or continue to search for monsters in the Realm?"

No matter which answer, Thomas had no great interest.

Because of what happened before, he sat there, a bit disinterested.

Adam had already proven his strength, and in Thomas's view, he no longer needed to prove his excellence with points.

Watching Adam run wildly, Clark was also a bit impatient, and directly through the bald man Richard, then pulled out the map recording again.

He wanted to directly see who Adam's target was.

But after watching for a long time, the blue dot on the screen passed by many other blue and red dots, but there was no stop.

Driving straight, looking at that route, it was actually heading straight for the exit!

His approach was really incomprehensible to Clark.

He looked up at the wall clock, and the trial had not yet reached twenty hours.

Although this time was already long enough, it seemed there was still quite a bit of time left before the trial ended.

"Want to come out directly to keep his points? That's understandable, it's also a very good choice." A judge who had already gone out to sleep and came back said.

"After all, with his current points, he's already at the top, and staying in the Realm would be risky, especially since he's injured."

Norman shrugged, not committing to an opinion, and began to plan to pay more attention to other students.

Of course, when Adam comes out, he definitely wants to invite Adam to join BEA.

Clark watched for a long time, determined that Adam's path was heading straight for the exit, then yawned and waved his hand.

"Well, that's it, I'm going back to rest for a while, and I'll come back when it's time to recruit students at the end."

"By the way, Ice Queen, remember you lost the bet, blame Thomas."

Saying that, Clark left directly, not intending to watch anymore.

But a few minutes later, just as everyone opened the Realm exit, ready to wait for Adam to come out.

Adam stopped near the exit, motionless.

He even made a reclining chair out of ice right there, spread a blanket on it, and lay down.

The whole person was quite enjoying it, lying there and swaying back and forth.

"Is he not coming out? What does he want to do?" The vice president of Hawes University, who had been silent all along, couldn't help but say.

"Does he want to block the door? Waiting here directly, trying to grab a few unlucky guys who return early?"

"Very smart, it seems he may not be short of points at the end."

When people were discussing Adam's choice, Norman suddenly widened his eyes, as if he had realized something, his face full of shock, and clenched his fists tightly.

"No! If he just wanted to grab a few students, with the superpower he showed before, he could have tracked others."

"But now he's blocking the door here! Could it be that he wants to..."

"!!!!!"

"Damn it!" Norman finally couldn't help but curse, squeezing his fists hard, making a crackling sound from his knuckles.

Adam's behavior made him unable to help but get excited!

"Good boy! This is what a man is!"

"Now it's going to be fun! When Clark finds out what he missed, he'll probably regret it to death!"

Norman clenched his fist forcefully and then sat back down.

Originally, he had planned to go out for a meal and take a break.

But now, he wasn't leaving. He was incredibly anticipating what was about to happen next.

He hadn't imagined that this young man, whom he had always favored, still had new surprises in store for him.

At this moment in Realm, almost no one was trying to unite against 'prey' to obtain the energy core; everyone was competing with each other.

Clark was right, the issue with this trial had erupted earlier and more severely than before. The original trial had completely changed, turning into a complete mess.

Everyone was striving for those unknown points, and what were once teammates began to quickly fall apart, even turning against each other and fighting for the spoils.

Including the more than twenty people who had previously joined forces to seize Adam, they also started arguing and even fighting over the uneven distribution.

Now, those who could still form teams were either of similar strength, balancing each other, or had a clear leader in a position of authority.

"Points," something that originally held no meaning, was now endowed with significance, driving all the students to madness.

In this chaotic environment, it was true that many people's potential was stimulated, and they demonstrated impressive strength.

Some people's control over their superpowers became more refined, some showed extraordinary leadership, and some acted with meticulous caution.

Their performances were all observed by the judges, and the leaders of various universities were also considering which students were worth actively extending an olive branch to.

One hundred and twenty-six staff members responsible for recording were all rapidly typing away, documenting the performance of the students they were in charge of as the trial entered its white-hot phase.

Of course, one of the staff members was always in a state of slacking off—Henry's recorder, due to having nothing much to do, was happily coasting along with paid leisure.

At the twenty-second hour, all the students in the trial had been drawn into this grand melee!

All the screens displayed scenes of students fighting and chasing each other.

Some were conspiring to seize, others were worried about being robbed; now no one could stand aloof.

Of course, this wasn't entirely accurate because there was one person whose state was completely different from everyone else's.