Strange competition, unknown land.
In the depths of the exhibition hall of the strange competition, it's a pitch-black place.
This made the host in a gray suit seem to blend into the darkness.
And in the depths of the darkness, there stands a peculiar phone booth.
"How interesting, Taurus sir, among the known contestants with self-destruct scores, the highest has already surpassed seventy thousand points."
"Currently there are a total of four zones. The one performing the worst is Zone One."
"They've only reached the third time, yet by the second elimination round, nearly ninety percent died. Damn, no one in the entire zone noticed the butterfly."
"It's a pity, I predict this zone will be entirely wiped out in half an hour..."
The host waits for the phone reply.
The person on the other end simply said:
"What a pity, but cannon fodder without using their brains can only remain cannon fodder for life."
