Watching Arbiter keep writing and sketching in that wondrous book, Zichuan Cuimang could not help asking, "What are you doing?"
"Designing our game." Yu Xunge erased a rule she had just written. She was thinking about how to make the game sustain a cycle.
Invading this prison through a game required spending Soul Fire to establish rules and gameplay, and borrowing the cells to run the game would require even more Soul Fire.
Under these circumstances, she would struggle to create saves for prisoners who came later.
If only the Soul Fire could circulate... Could I use this prison's energy to run the Arbiter Game?
Her pen stopped on the page as Yu Xunge sank into thought.
Zichuan Cuimang sat beside her and waited quietly.
But after her initial declaration of "I'm Arbiter's Yuguo," she had never answered another of Zichuan Taoyou's questions. By the end, she had even turned her back.
Was she cold by nature, or did she disdain to respond? No, that couldn't be it. A Yuguo who wanted to die in Zichuan wouldn't reject another unfamiliar Yuguo for no reason. A Yuguo who kept calling herself Arbiter's because of Zai Jiu Xunge's escape plan wouldn't be so unapproachable either.
Thinking back over everything since they had arrived in this prison, only Zhao Shuying had managed to get a prisoner talking through equipment and patience. After that, although players occasionally initiated trades with the prisoners here, there had been very little real communication.
Yu Xunge suddenly asked, "Does talking to other prisoners have some kind of bad consequence?"
Cui Mang answered every question Yu Xunge asked. "Yes. The veterans here told me it's best not to form emotional attachments to members of your own race, because you'll inevitably end up matched against them in a Prisoner Game.