Brimming with malice.
Unconcealed sick amusement.
As someone who had been forcibly dragged over from another Worldline.
The man had sensed from the very beginning that the Production Team behind the Metaphysics Hong Huang game simply did not treat people as people, and that their actions were exceptionally mad and extreme.
Moreover, he was somewhat puzzled about what those hidden behind the scenes were trying to do. He could not understand the deeper meaning behind any of their actions.
Perhaps those big shots might know some insider details, but I can't get in touch with them yet...
In the end, after wasting a little more time, he could only temporarily give up on thinking further and turn to dealing with some more urgent matters.
According to his observations.
Recently, the human governments of this Worldline had begun to seem somewhat off ever since Metaphysics Hong Huang appeared.
There had even been news of a president personally leading some kind of bloody ritual sacrifice.
It was practically a case of, when a nation was about to perish, monsters sprang up everywhere.
It made people feel uneasy and strange.
So, he figured he needed to fish for some benefits in murky waters.
If he got lucky, he might even take off right where he stood...
Primordial World, two years later.
As an area with a hundredfold time difference.
Although not much time had passed in the Real World—only around ten days or so—and everything still appeared to be the same.
Here.
That span of time had already been enough to brew certain visible changes.
Most directly, after enduring countless upheavals and hardships, the player group had finally managed to barely break out of the Novice Village and began roaming and exploring the far broader world at will.
It sounded simple enough.