"But the way you're trying to distract yourself isn't having much effect."
Hearing Xiao Qian's utterly straightforward response, his past self forced a stiff smile onto his gloomy face and spoke bitterly.
Indeed...
It wasn't working very well.
At the same time, Chiba, personally experiencing every sensation, thought, and feeling of his past self, found the same bitter thought rising within him.
"Mm, I know. But we have to get out."
Xiao Qian first nodded seriously to show her agreement, then spoke with firm insistence.
"I agree with that."
His past self also expressed his agreement.
Under the current circumstances, both his past self and Chiba believed they had to leave. Even if something unknown and terrifying was watching them outside, even if the outside was shrouded in thick fog that robbed them of any broad view, even if the world outside looked several times more terrifying than this cabin—with the cabin at least having a safe-zone basement—they still had to leave.
In fact, the more terrifying the outside appeared, the more necessary it was for them to go out.
The mission objective was for two people to survive, yet there were eight of them. There were no compulsory measures, no threats that failure would result in execution, none of those aggressive demands forcing people to kill one another. But every arrangement here actually existed to facilitate mutual slaughter.
The weapons in the basement, along with all the objects scattered throughout the cabin that could be used to kill others—everything was meant to make it easier for the eight people to slaughter one another and determine the final two survivors.
As for why it was certain that the eight would inevitably kill each other, it was obvious: there was no food or water here. Once people became hungry and thirsty,