Above the clouds.
In the region where white clouds churned.
Xiao Jun wore a simple tracksuit.
His head hung low.
He calmly looked down at the tragic scene below.
There was not the slightest unusual expression on his face.
As a Top-tier Player blazing trails at the forefront of the game.
Experiencing death more than a hundred times in a single day was merely a drop in the bucket to him.
Therefore.
He had long since come to regard death lightly.
Whether it was his own or someone else's, it was all the same.
And beside him, his teammates.
Were mostly the same.
Thus, looking across the whole scene, aside from a few whose expressions showed some reluctance.
Nearly all of them looked either indifferent or thoroughly intrigued.
It could only be said that in Metaphysics Hong Huang, where there was no pain immunity.
Players who had endured all manner of suffering and torment that ordinary people could scarcely bear had almost all entered a stage where they viewed life and death with indifference, their hearts nearly as hard as iron and stone...
And that result was precisely what Orsaga needed.
Though this was only an insignificant little game.
As his Chess Pieces.
Trash would ultimately still be an eyesore.
So, when it came to these players, he trained them with the attitude that if they could not be killed, then they should be pushed to the brink of death.
Of course.
If they really were killed, then so be it.
It did not matter, nor was it a pity.
The weak were useless.
The weak-willed were useless.
And useless people generally could not endure his torment.
People like Xiao Jun, tempered over long years, might still have retained the compassion innate to humanity at the beginning.
But an overly