The outside world only regularly drops in up to one-third of the people's food every day, regardless of how the dregs are distributed and what kind of fighting is carried out They monitor it through satellites, and whenever there are fewer people in the prison, they will directly bring in a corresponding number of prisoners, ensuring that there are always 1,000 prisoners here.
So, no matter how many people you kill, the last person to share the food will always be a thousand people.
Unless you kill them all and become the only one, you'll have all the food to yourself, and you'll have this hellish desert island to yourself.
However, if you want to ensure that you enjoy this kind of "solitary" treatment every day, unless you keep killing other prisoners who are airlifted in every day, pay attention to the other 999 people, even if they are martial arts, even if they stand there like puppets and let you cut them, like cutting watermelons, you have to cut 999 watermelons Hehe, you must have sore hands.
In another dimension, on countless displays, there was actually this scene playing, but the player seemed to have noticed this rule, why those people always killed and couldn't kill them all, and this extreme method made all the criminals unite.
Putting aside the identity of these criminals is a vicious person, there must be some means background, even if it is just some local chickens and dogs, they will directly rush up, and they will consume you alive with the tactics of the sea of people or something So that player only stayed in the mission plot for less than three days, and was thought to have been smashed into a pulp with a stone.
Disappearing into the space-time tunnel forever, whether it is the plot world or the main god space, there will be no more such a soul.
Azusa was the winner of this challenge, so she was eligible to be the food distributor for this round and had a quiet day without being "disturbed".
The giant of the last round has been the winner for a month now, which means that every day she has to defeat those who come to challenge her position, just like Ziqing saw yesterday, all torn apart Ziqing didn't search for many memories of her past life from the original owner's memory, but she remembered that she was betrayed, and even if it was difficult to get a little food for a few days, she was also very self-aware and never thought of challenging the giant.
She is weak and timid, so she is the lowest existence on this island, and she also knows this, so she has always taken the initiative to be a cow and a horse for others, pretending to be a clown, being beaten and scolded, and panting.
Life in memory can be described as hell.
Ziqing couldn't understand what kind of power supported her life to continue with such a humble existence and such a painful life The life in my memory is very vague, and I am afraid that this is the same as the need for "plot triggering".
Anyway, I finally have one day of "free" time, I can recuperate my injuries, recover my ontological attribute value, and then understand the survival rules of this island.
Or what was the purpose of the system sending her into such a situation of endless despair for everyone.
The battle is over, everything is over.
People looked up at the square sky overhead, and a silver-gray plane appeared in sight.
The crowd erupted in cheers, "Here comes the food, here comes the food." ” Inexplicably, Ziqing felt a little sour, it was a bloody fight just now, and in an instant, people were attracted by food.
She could hear that the cheers were genuinely heartfelt.
Immediately after, a boxy container was hoisted down by a rope.
The people immediately surrounded them and began to untie the ropes on them.
Then the rope was put away.
Zijing watched the plane fly away without any stop, thoughtful.
In addition to today's share of food, there were twelve prisoners in the container.
Because twelve died today, which was replenished, to ensure that a thousand people in the prison would share food every day.
Ziqing was crowded in front of two large barrels, one of which was filled with a bucket full of black food like pig food, mixed with some lumpy substance.
Next to it, there is a large bucket of black steamed buns People all looked at her with burning eyes, "Chief, please distribute food" That's the rule, and the winner has the right to distribute the few pieces of food.
Ziqing looked at it, there were a thousand people here, and these two buckets of food could only be divided by half a person at most Ziqing saw those people staring at the big bucket of porridge and steamed buns in a daze, many of them were skinny and skinny, only those eyes were full of longing and greed, and there was an attachment to life.
Even if he was just begging for food like a dog, he didn't think about giving up his life.
Once the original owner was also a member of it, if he was lucky, he could grab a black steamed bun, but if he was unlucky, he only relied on this black steamed bun for a few days.
How to distribute it, she knew from her original memories how the previous victors were distributed.
That is, sitting next to the bucket with food, eating a lot, and when you are full, you can give it to those closest to you.
And so on, so that less than one-third of the people actually have access to food.
And the rest of the people depend on their luck, they can pick up a little scum or something.
It's a miracle that the original people have survived so long.
Ziqing can't make herself the first to enjoy the food, and the most important thing is that she needs a little time to get used to this survival mode.
Ziqing asked everyone to line up.
What to do in line in line Well, thanks to the "rules" here, now she is the victor, so on this day everyone has to listen to her, and they do whatever she says.
But after a while, everyone lined up in a long and winding line.
Ziqing distributed the meat porridge first, and estimated it slightly, one spoonful of meat porridge per person.
After the meat porridge was distributed, Ziqing counted the number of steamed buns, and then divided them into two halves, one for each person It's barely enough, and everyone can finally have something to eat.
As the winner, Ziqing took three steamed buns and a bowl of water.
And so the day passed.
After eating the food, everyone went back to their iron-box-like rooms.
Being able to stay still reduces the body's energy expenditure.
Zi Jing looked at the several large buckets in front of him, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he grabbed a prisoner who walked at the back and asked, "Where are those buckets of food before?"
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Because these foreign materials are the right of the victor to dispose of.
The man said weakly, "Just go and see the chief's room." ” Yes, there's a boss's room here.
The largest, with the most complete facilities, only each winner is entitled to live inside.
Over the years, I don't know how many winners have changed here. t1706231537: