They stood aboard the Cat's Ideal once more.
The players sat or stood, seemingly able to breathe a sigh of relief at last, yet their gazes kept drifting toward Zai Jiu Xunge.
She was playing with [Ignorant Game]. Looking toward the distant Order Clock, whose hands were approaching twelve, she asked, "Do you need a rest before fighting again? A day?"
Every player's eyes brightened at those words.
Had she already thought of a way to lead them out through battle?!
Although the War Sequence was something they had personally written into existence after returning to the past, its fundamental purpose was to reverse and change the dark, hopeless future of these Exile Grounds, turning this calamity and predicament into an opportunity to temper all races.
Otherwise, all that awaited the races was to be locked in a cage as expendable resources, drained of every last bit of value in solitude, then erased.
Now they had returned to Epoch 12, but that did not mean everything was over.
Beyond this world lay new battlefields and a grander stage. Having struggled so hard to reach this point, what reason did "inferior races" like them have not to seek more?
One day was enough. One day was the limit of what all the prisoners aboard this ship could endure.
All the players began replenishing their depleted supplies and potions. A player skilled in forging set up a makeshift repair stall on the spot.
Zhuri asked, "When are you planning to shatter the pendulum and end all this?"
"When our people can be born with direct access to the Game, like Rust Tablet." They had obtained permanent access to the Game, but so many of their own people were still out there.
Where there were those who feared war and bloodshed, there were