My Ability Pool is Superior-Chapter 182 - 181: Catastrophic Start

The well-dressed man with glasses’ proposal did not receive everyone’s approval.

"Ha."

The burly man chuckled disdainfully, scanning everyone with menacing eyes, "Cooperation? Who knows how many clones are among you—I can’t trust that."

The remaining Death Fighter was also a young man, but the deep lines on his face made him look unfriendly.

Sure enough, when he spoke, it was confrontational.

"So, what do you propose? Fight it out here? Then be locked up in prison, waiting for someone to come and kill us?"

Lv Bai didn’t participate in their discussion, just observing the titles above their heads with a look of satisfaction.

In the fourth round, every Death Fighter with a title would be forced to wear their main title.

At last, he wasn’t the only one wandering around with a title.

The buzzed-cut middle-aged man, [Fanatical Followers of Khorne (One-Star)].

The man with glasses, [Gloomy Skull Collector (Two-Star)].

The burly man, [Furious Chewing Bone (One-Star)].

The young man with deep lines, [Rainy Night Killer (One-Star)].

Lv Bai, [Innocent Smile (Two-Star)].

Apart from Lv Bai, the titles of the other four Death Fighters all had a hint of bloodiness.

It seemed that if the natives could see these titles, they’d probably be scared out of their wits.

Being locked up was indeed justified.

"Well, I have to give it a try."

Chewing Bone stood up directly, leaning forward slightly, his imposing physique exuding pressure.

The Killer was not intimidated in the slightest, glaring back, making the already prominent lines on his face even deeper.

"Interesting, you’re so eager to stir things up; could it be that you’re actually a clone?"

As soon as he said this, both the Collector and the Fanatic turned their gaze to Chewing Bone.

Hearing this suspicion, Chewing Bone’s face flushed with anger: "That’s bullshit!"

Indeed, as the hunters, clones generally were stronger than Death Fighters, both physically and in combat skill.

But to become a formal Death Fighter, one couldn’t be a pushover.

For one clone to take on several Death Fighters alone was beyond their strength.

Especially in such a confined space, the disadvantages were too evident.

Even if there was a clone among them, they wouldn’t dare reveal their identity.

"That’s enough already."

The Collector adjusted the frame of his glasses on his nose, smiled, and tried to lighten the mood, "I say, everyone here is a real person, not a clone."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The prison door suddenly emitted a series of booms, as if being violently struck with something.

Swish～

The small window on the door was pulled down, and a guard-looking man leaned in, barking, "Everyone shut up and go to sleep!"

After saying this, the guard closed the window again and the sound of his footsteps gradually receded.

Everyone exchanged glances, agreeing silently to lower their voices.

The Collector finally turned his attention to Lv Bai: "What does Brother Smiling Face think?"

Realizing it was hard to reach a consensus, he quickly changed his approach to ensure at least being part of the majority.

Lv Bai wore a harmless smile, showing no aggressiveness.

He softly said, "No matter what, everyone’s intention is surely to first get out of this prison."

The Collector nodded: "Right, since our goals are the same, we do have a basis for cooperation."

"It might not be that easy."

The Fanatic rubbed his buzz-cut head, looking a bit simple: "You should check the ability pool for this round."

Hearing this, Lv Bai also opened the ability pool selection interface immediately.

[Underwater Breathing (Silver): Once acquired, you will be able to breathe underwater, but only through your belly button.]

[I Think I’ve Seen You Somewhere (Silver): You can call out the name of a girl you like.]

[Shaving in the First Month Kills Your Uncle (Silver): If you cut your hair in the first month, your uncle will die.]

As expected, the first round’s ability pool level was very suboptimal.

Even he was allocated a Silver Level ability pool, and obviously, other Death Fighters would only get White Level abilities.

Lv Bai quietly chose [Shaving in the First Month Kills Your Uncle].

Silver abilities are unlikely to shine on their own, and with [Load] in hand, he was more inclined to choose such abilities with rule effects.

"Ha, this is really a disastrous start."

The Killer walked alone to the large bunk against the wall, sat down, and crossed his legs.

Everyone’s hearts sank.

With their prisoner identity, the first round’s ability pool was useless.

Luckily, there were five Death Fighters present; if there was only one, they’d probably feel broken.

The Collector let out a breath, easing his inner frustration.

He lowered his voice, "Everyone, only by uniting and cooperating can we possibly get out of this prison, and I hope everyone can sincerely disclose their abilities."

As he spoke, he took out a handheld drill out of nowhere.

"This is the ability I chose this round, might come in handy."

White Level abilities will not have any supernatural effects.

This drill, naturally, was just an ordinary construction tool.

Chewing Bone snorted coldly, "What do you mean? Are you planning on escaping with this thing?"

The others noticed the power cord trailing from the drill and looked a bit uneasy.

Putting aside whether it was realistic for a drill to penetrate a prison wall, where could they find a power outlet in this place?

"I chose a cigarette."

The Fanatic scratched his head sheepishly, "I have a big craving, can anyone lend me a light?"

At the other end of the bunk, the Killer had already laid down by himself, "We can’t get out in the short term, might as well get a good sleep and recharge."

"Damn, you keep saying depressing stuff!"

Chewing Bone cursed, having disliked the guy with prominent lines on his face from the start.

"What? Did I get something wrong?" The Killer turned over on the bunk, his expression turning cold.

"Let’s not do this; you both make valid points."

Seeing another argument about to erupt, the Collector hurriedly stepped in to mediate.

He looked back at Lv Bai and the buzz-cut middle-aged man.

The Fanatic seemed indifferent, busy playing with his buzz-cut.

And Lv Bai was watching the scene unfold with interest.

The Collector couldn’t help but sigh inwardly; it was tough leading this group.

Nonetheless, given the situation, he clapped his hands and said, "Let’s all have a good night’s sleep first, see how things stand tomorrow. Even prisoners get some fresh air, don’t they?" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

These words made sense, and none of the others refuted him.

Lv Bai walked to a corner with a cheerful grin.

"Let’s sleep for now. Goodnight, everyone."

The rest found their own spots to rest.

In theory, if they squeezed a bit, the bunk was enough for six to sleep.

However, the Death Fighters remained vigilant with each other, only refraining from voicing it due to the necessity for cooperation.

Perhaps not wanting to show cowardice, Chewing Bone, who had argued with the Killer earlier, boldly lay down on the bunk.

Brief acquaintances, there wasn’t much to chat about; soon the cell returned to silence.

...

The next day,

Or rather, a few hours later.

Around three or four in the morning.

A soft call woke the others from their shallow sleep.

Lv Bai opened his eyes, observing with the faint light through the door crack.

He barely noticed that on the large bunk, Chewing Bone’s neck had been twisted into an exaggerated angle, dead in silence.