As time continued to pass.
The many fruits upon the tree fell one after another.
Among them,
there were Native Lifeforms, as well as contestants.
However, just as had been said before,
whenever certain completely irrational contestants descended,
the ones lying in wait would forcibly pin them down one after another, then gradually toss them into the upper regions.
Along the way,
during the arrests,
they inevitably stirred up quite a few disturbances.
After all,
none of those who needed to be captured were easy opponents.
Some had even sensed something before descending and tried to flee the instant they came down—and they fled incredibly fast!!
Had the current plane not yet been mature enough, leaving relatively few places to run,
and had the ambushers not seized the initiative
and prepared so thoroughly,
they might truly have gotten away...
It thoroughly proved that
running fast was what truly counted as being fast!
Failing to run away was no disgrace in battle!
The other contestants were simply too despicable!!
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Watching the Nth unlucky fellow being dragged upward bit by bit amid unwilling roars to rot in prison,
Orsaga knew that the various contestants had more or less finished descending... at the very least, the Alt Game Accounts had descended, and those who had descended successfully in the past had done so as well. He understood perfectly well that the various melees, conspiracies, and tricks were about to unfold one after another...
Therefore,
if he did not want to be sent back ahead of time, with even his Alt Game Account thrown up there to rot in prison, Orsaga needed to make some preparations—and, more or less, carry out some of his professional duties.
By the way,
the actual reason those lying in wait had not directly sent away everyone who