Apocalypse Gachapon Chapter 1869: Bloody region 50

Previously on Apocalypse Gachapon...

The third small cycle concluded with heavy casualties, reducing the number of newcomers to under twenty-five thousand and resetting points for many eliminated participants. Races across the universe scrutinized the leaderboards, spotlighting standout novices like Ye Zhongming, whose rapid point gains stemmed largely from aggressive killings amid rules that heavily incentivized mutual slaughter over parasite hunting. As polarization deepened and anxiety spread among the races, a temporary meeting led to coerced compromises, culminating in the announcement of altered rules for the fourth cycle: a zoning system dividing hunting areas based on individual points rankings to segregate participants by strength.

"Individuals placed from ten thousand to fifteen thousand get to pick zones between 21 and 26. From 5,000 to 10,000, you select zones 27 through 32. Ranks 3,000 to 5,000 allow choices in zones 33 to 39. Between 1,000 and 3,000, zones 40 to 44 are available. For 500 to 1,000, zones 45 to 47. Ranks 100 to 500 claim zone 48. Fifty to ninety-nine take zone 49. And the top fifty seize zone 50!"

The moment this declaration rang out, the fresh recruits underneath split into stark divides.

Lower-ranked folks burst with delight, thrilled by the wider range of zones open to them, free now from clashing with supreme powerhouses—meaning those elite tops. Rivals on their level? No sweat for competition there.

Mid-tier ranks shrugged it off with mild apathy. Sure, options narrowed, but rivalries thinned too, leaving their scores largely untouched.

Yet the elite tops fumed in outrage.

What was this setup? Barely any zones for the best? Top hundred locked to set spots? Forced to battle among themselves?

These point-guzzlers needed massive hauls. Could mere parasites or twisted beasts in those zones satisfy the whole crew?

To rack up big scores still, they'd end up slaying kin! A sly purge of peak performers, that's what!

Not famous back home maybe, but here in the rookie arena, they stood as ultimate forces. No way did they crave a bloodbath leaving just scraps alive.

Among the elite stood a few from mighty bloodlines. Initially, shock froze them solid—their kin had whispered nothing of this twist. Rivalry didn't scare them, yet pitting against point-equals? The ferocity and perils? They balked at that gamble.

Bright paths awaited in their lineages; no desire to toss lives away in this pit.

Amid the roaring backlash surge, Zizikaba's face stayed stone-cold. He merely snapped, "Quiet down! Plus, every zone ramps up with extra parasites and warped creatures. Fresh zones even unleash our fiercest discovered bugs yet. Deadly stuff. Watch your backs. Naturally, their rewards will eclipse any rush from offing fellow rookies."

"Start now."

Something nagged at Ye Zhongming—this round, Zizikaba felt strangely subdued. His bite had dulled from prior edges.

Teleport portals flared up everywhere. Low-ranks bolted first, buzzing with glee toward expert-free kill zones. For them, this round kicked off a fresh era.

Mid-ranks followed suit next. Heads swirled with schemes. Lighter outer threats let them gear up in diverse ways. “

No choice really. They knew the plays of old high-rankers well, so they mimicked—teaming up or striking hard.

As roughly a thousand lingered, the flow dragged to a crawl.

Mutual suspicion hung thick.

Couldn't help it. Zizikaba touted fat points from parasites, but danger loomed huge. Nothing stacked against culling peers? All aces, yeah, but a backstab or sly hit? Piece of cake maybe.

One by one, they vanished. Like some tacit pact, the top fifty hung back, eyeing the shiny new Zone 50.

"Relax, each of you lands in unique spots," assured the array overseer to these prime recruits.

Ye Zhongming swore inside. This twist helped him zilch.

His squad boasted just him and He in the top fifty. Shared landing spots? They'd cover each other post-jump, side by side.

Not anymore. Solo departures now. Zone 50's scale? Unknown. Reunion odds? Slim.

"Stalling? Then go by rank order!"

Zizikaba popped in. Spotting the last bunch's tense guards, he barked orders, kicking off from rank forty-nine.

No option but compliance; they filed out sequentially.

Ye Zhongming and He sat consecutive. After plotting a meet-up plan, He vanished first. Ye's turn hit, and he blurted to Zizikaba by the array, "Something wrong?"

Zizikaba blinked at the abrupt chat from a rookie. He grasped their loathing for him, camp boss, pure venom even—prime chance, they'd gladly end him.

Eyes on this Earth lad, he dodged yes or no. Just, "Survival unlocks the rest."

First normal vibe from the guy for Ye Zhongming. Past lines? Taunting oddities or icy cruelty. Fresh take on him now.

Stepping into the array, darkness swallowed Ye Zhongming, spitting him into unfamiliar turf.

No pause—teleport power fired, yanking him from spawn point right away. Sight barely registered when shrill whines pierced from rear.

Chased by an icy gust.

Another leap as Double Shadow kicked in, spawning shadow duplicates. Some shielded him, others scattered wide then burst, unleashing mind blasts.

Normally, that'd shake any bind loose. Even the old Aimusi crew? This blitz would've snagged seconds at least.

Seconds for Ye Zhongming to unleash plenty.

But shock hit—the onslaught didn't quit. It ramped wilder!

Faint hum droned overhead. Ye Zhongming rolled aside sharp, holding teleport in reserve.

Blast rocked his old spot. Noise and spread stayed modest, but force packed punch. Blast and scorch waves threatened deep.

Tossed farther, mid-air two blades lanced from flank, dead-on for skull and throat.

Cloud Peak's ruler stayed cool. No flinch shown in prep, just a side-swing slap to his thigh. Massive air burst hurled him over ten meters. Then fists flung tiny dark orbs. Grounded, they morphed to meter-long black bars, spewing icy gleams everywhere, pinning foes down.

Clear now, Ye Zhongming peeked back, tallying rough—five, six assailants.

He grasped it: fresh Zone 50 ignited the gore-fest.