Becoming evil makes you ten times stronger, but becoming a demon gives you hundredfold strength

Actually, regarding the vote, Zhuge Caihua knew the numbers in her heart.

Passing it would be very difficult. It's not just the top one thousand students who would oppose the lottery; rather, nearly a third of the students would oppose it.

Although their combat strength wasn't up to snuff, if they could follow the strong, their chances of survival were higher than one in ten.

Take Meng Yu, for instance. If he opposed the lottery, then which of his twenty-four followers would raise their hands in favor during the vote?

Remember, if they raised their hands in public to agree, it meant betraying Meng Yu. With Meng Yu's top ten combat strength, he could completely abandon those who agreed to the lottery and instead form alliances with better teams.

If there was more than ten percent opposition to the lottery, then the proposition would not pass. At that time, those who opposed, those strongest individuals, would band together, slaughter ruthlessly, and wipe out their enemies.

On the other hand, if they voted against the lottery tomorrow, perhaps Meng Yu would join forces with everyone and fight to the very end.

After all, that day, Meng Yu had given up the fight for Little Swallow's sake, admitting defeat, and his previous actions had shown that he was a man truly loyal to his friends.

"I oppose the lottery!"

"I support Brother Meng!"

"Brother Meng, I'm following you guys!"

Before Meng Yu could speak, the middle school students in the team started shouting one after the other.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Everyone was no fool; they had been silently communicating. At this moment, it was normal to cling to the strong—why trust those unknown people?

Meng Yu, at least, had returned everyone's alchemical elixirs and weapons!

A look of despair filled Zhuge Caihua's face, just as she was about to leave.

"I support the lottery, and it's one that everyone must participate in, not one from which the top one hundred can be exempt."

The words of Meng Yu rang out.

"Ah?"

Zhuge Caihua was momentarily stunned. The terms she proposed did not involve everyone participating in the lottery. According to the competition results, the top one hundred would automatically advance to the list of one thousand, with the rest entering the lottery.

Of course, as the proposer and the third-place finisher in the competition, she had given up this privilege to enter the lottery.

"You..."

She looked at Meng Yu, the well-known prisoner, and the competition's most exceptional participant.

Unmatched in swordsmanship, powerful in combat, his only weakness was his inferior equipment, but now that had been rectified. Some even said that the competition's champion, Zhao Yuxuan, was no match for him.

"Of course, I also support your proposal of the top hundred list—but I won't be on that list. Let Little Swallow join instead, and I will enter the lottery."

Meng Yu's voice was resolute, and with tomorrow's vote being in the public eye, he could not go back on his word.

"Ah?"

Little Swallow was taken aback.

"Okay, that Crimson Fire Glass Sword you bought for me is really useful, so consider this my way of repaying you."

He silenced Little Swallow, preventing her from speaking, and then Meng Yu's gaze fell onto his companions.

"I'm sorry, everyone, and I apologize, but I think Zhuge Caihua's proposal is a good one.

The top one hundred are the elite of the Immortal Sect. If they survive, they're the most likely to avenge us. Of course, letting Little Swallow take my place is my own selfish desire.

I know you all want me to lead the charge and slaughter our way through, but remember the joy from the past days?

We all came here for the perfect holiday. They're our classmates, and we've gotten along well. Do we really have to kill one another to survive?

I choose the lottery as the fairest option available right now; I hope I can be lucky, and I hope you can be too."

Of course, this speech was not going to convince everyone, so Meng Yu followed it up with his final statement.

"If the voting tomorrow succeeds and the draw is successful, then we hope for luck, but if it fails, then I will give you an explanation,"

he said before turning to look at Zhuge Caihua.

"You've worked hard, thank you for leaving us with some dignity at the end."

However, he also knew that the vote tomorrow was absolutely impossible to pass.

This woman was still playing mind games with him!

But soon, it would be his time.

…

The Immortal Sect's broadcast didn't stop; since the Nascent Souls had reached a consensus, the proceedings were broadcast live.

Mirror Twelve captured various scenes, including theft, robbery, and naturally, the efforts of the students. It also included the students trying to persuade others and Zhuge Caihua urging all students to support the draw.

Although the plan was not perfect—the top hundred did not have to draw—it was a best-case scenario, as those one hundred, if united, could kill all the other students.

One slight edge in martial skill, an edge that knew no bounds, not to mention the most elite one hundred working together, along with their subordinates and elites.

After all, wouldn't the chance of survival be slightly higher if, after killing the remaining thousands, there were only three thousand left for the draw?

Everyone reacted differently, including many small groups who were firmly opposed. Those who ranked in the top thousand but didn't make the top hundred were especially vociferous in their resistance.

Of course, there were also many poignant and deeply moving moments, like Meng Yu.

He had Little Swallow take his place in the top hundred and joined the drawing himself.

This scene moved many to tears.

…

The next day, simulated sunlight bathed the entire venue, where twelve thousand students had gathered.

Adults wouldn't have even considered the drawing as an option, as there was no way it could pass; everyone would rather trust themselves than face an eighty-nine percent chance of death, but now, these clear-eyed yet naive high school students were seriously raising their hands.

Or rather, only in the scene currently at the Immortal Sect could such a situation occur. In any other world, by last night, there would have been less than a thousand remaining after a killing spree.

Meng Yu stood quietly in the queue, Little Swallow by his side.

"Fellow students."

Zhuge Caihua stood there, alone. There wasn't a single one of the top-ranked students by her side.

Her proposed drawing, the top hundred exemption, was displayed on the big screen. But did those nearly one hundred truly thank her?

Perhaps, but was it a good thing?

It was originally someone else's possession, and they may not even like it, let alone...

"Fellow students, honor matters more than life. Should we really kill our comrades to win a chance at survival?"

She spoke in such a manner, having already spoken to each small group the previous night, hoping everyone understood that one should not give up everything just to stay alive.

At least, that was her belief.

"I support her decision."

Suddenly, Wang Youcai, ranked ninth, stood up.

"I also support her. I am willing to join the draw."

Subsequently, eight more young individuals within the top hundred stood up. Their expressions were either flushed with emotion, calm, or somewhat hesitant, but in the end, eight of them stood up.

But it was only eight people. Many more chose silence, while Meng Yu happily announced that he had his girlfriend take his place.

Next it was time to raise hands for the vote. Just as Zhuge Caihua was about to speak, suddenly, a voice emerged from among the students.