[SURVIVE FOR: 00:09:59]
With less than 10 minutes left on the timer, the intensity with which the mosquitoes were being killed has reached the peak, the average person having killed between 40 and 60 mosquitoes.
The cowards on the other hand had killed less than a third of the average, clocking in at the 10 and 20 kill marks.
The beacons however were well over the 300 mark, killing becoming just as easy as breathing.
But irrespective of the number of mosquitoes anyone had killed, they realised the power that came with each kill.
It is no surprise that the most common special skill displayed was TELEKINESIS, proof of the very fact that the human race was a greedy one.
A few unruly ones tried robbing the beacons of the opportunity to kill, some outright calling them out for hogging the kills while a few dumber ones resorted to threats and violence.
In Beyjing, the TELEKINETICboy nicknamed The Child Emperor by those under his protection stood with a frown on his face.
The cause of his sour mood being the idiotic tattooed gangsters who once held his mother hostage, now floating helplessly in the air courtesy of his special skill.
Their cries and wails earning scornful looks from those around.
The Psychic Queen, a former stripper now sat on her makeshift palanquin dressed in revealing clothes.
She realised that the more lust someone showed, the easier her powers worked on them, the 20 able bodied men carrying her seat, and the countless others that had formed a crowd behind her serving as proof.
The Ruler, former Rusyan billionaire heir had finally left his penthouse, now setting his sights on the grander picture, ruling the world.
No one under his command even dared to stage a rebellion, his aura pressing down on them made sure of that.
Alfred and his young master had also left the fortress of a house, making their way to one of the portals that kept spewing out about a dozen mosquitoes every minute, treating it as a grind spot.
[SURVIVE FOR: 00:00:59]
By now everyone had gotten slightly addicted to the feeling of killing but the portals had started convulsing, shrinking at a visibly slow speed.
When the last second came, all portals around the world finally closed, any mosquitoes still alive vanishing in a burst of white light which didn't damage anything.
The corpses of both mosquitoes and humans had withered away, turning into dust as the wind picked them up.
The sky had also cleared up, returning the sun and all its warmth to those who were enjoying it prior the event.
Those who were also facing nighttime welcomed the moonlight, though all signs of sleep had vanished.
Sobs and sniffes were heard as tears were shed.
Buildings and properties destroyed, lives lost, relationships and trust broken.
The whole world observed a brief moment of silence for the ones who didn't make it as their loved ones mourned.
DING!
That treacherous sound with an unidentifiable source rang out again in everyone's ears, triggering various levels of PTSD and excitement in different people, depending on their experiences of the hour.[DING! CONGRATULATIONS ON SURVIVING THE FIRST TRIAL ]
[NUMBER OF SURVIVORS REMAINING - 7,856,443,109]
[TIME TILL NEXT TRIAL – 23:59:36]
[DISPLAYING LIST OF TOP 100 WITH MOST KILLS]
1. Frederick West - (592 kills)
6. Kwame Addo - (561 kills)
12. Guo Flint - (550 kills)
19. Yevgeny Vasiliev - (535 kills)
37. Yasmine Trill - (518 kills)
45. Alex Godfrey - (497 kills)
75. Chioma Adeyemi - (368 kills)
100. Nabiel Abdulai - (299 kills)
[DISTRIBUTION OF REWARDS TO 100 WITH MOST KILLS]
[!DING! THE NIGHT HAS ENDED]
[BUFFS HAVE BEEN DISABLED]
With the series of information being strung out at a fast rate, it took a while for the average person to read to the end.
What undoubtedly caught everyone's attention was the list of people with the most kills as well as the number of survivors alive.
The list served as a measure, seeing whether one could be regarded as a prodigy of the endtimes and if not, seeing how far one was from being one.
The number of survivors showed how serious the situation was, in less than an hour a population of 10billion had been reduced to 7.8 billion.
"Look mum, my name is on the list, I was in 12th place.", Guo Flint, the Child Emperor said out loud with a smile on his face.
"Uh huh. I see that Guo, well done.", the tired voice of his mother said, her inner thoughts betraying the smile she wore.
'Oh Jack, I've failed you. Our child has become a monster, he just killed above 500 monsters with a smile. I've failed to protect him."
"Mum, do you think dad would come and look for us now. You always said he would come if I place first or win an award, and this can be considered as one right. So he should come. "
"Don't worry dear, I'm sure his on his way."
***
In another part of the world, The Ruler sat, fuming at his shameful performance.
"NINETEENTH, I F*CKING PLACED NINETEENTH. Tsk, it's all because of you useless pieces of sh*t slowing me down. Excess baggage. Useless."
The Ruler, Yevgeny Vasiliev ranted on, thrashing the executive suite of a fancy hotel he had claimed for himself and his underlings not too long ago.
***
In a region with a warmer climate, The Queen sat calmly in her palanquin being carried by 20 strong men.
"Hmm, 37th huh. Not bad."
Licking her lips, she swung her leather whip which she had gotten from one of the sick perverts under her mind control, perfectly playing the role of a kinky seductress, her assets highlighted by the unique outfit she wore.
Her crowd of mind controlled people marching in sync while chanting, 'All hail The Queen.'
A deliberate action meant to draw the attention of passerbys and ultimately more loyal slaves and servants.
"Young master I placed 45th, what did you place."
"Young master."
"YOUNG MASTER."
Shaking his young master who seemed to be in a trance, Alfred wondered the cause, praying for it not to be anything serious such as old wounds reopening.
"Uhm, Umm Alfred I'm back now, you can stop shaking me."
"YOUNG MASTER, you gave me quite a scare."
"Ah yes sorry about that, just had to confirm some few things."
"If you don't mind me asking young master, what was it that could possibly startle you. You're one of the most composed people I know."
"Never mind that Alfred, let's go look for your wife and son, hopefully their alive."
"Let's do our best not to raise flags or jinx it."