A bead of sweat appeared on Kolk's forehead and slowly rolled down his sharply contoured Western face, bringing with it an itchy sensation.
But Kolk had no mood to wipe away the sweat, nor could he feel any itch. He only felt numb from head to toe.
How could this be...?
Scenes flickered through his mind like a carousel, from the moment he entered the game until now...
Every word this Tom in front of him had said.
"Please call me Great Tom!..."
"Welcome to Demon Hospital..."
"You may communicate with one another and familiarize yourselves with each other's abilities..."
"Your relationship is one of both cooperation and competition."
"I'll be right here. If you have any questions, come talk to me anytime. If you find the target, you can come tell me too..."
It really did sound like the words of a qualified game staff member, but...
Wasn't all of that fucking nonsense!?
There was absolutely no useful information!
The game rules had been announced by the mechanical voice. The game's objective had also been announced by the mechanical voice, then appeared on the wall.
The start of mealtime and the end of mealtime had both been announced by the mechanical voice directly from the air!
Even the warnings had come from the mechanical voice!
Kolk suddenly realized that this game seemed to have no problems at all even without Tom, this tin-can robot, standing beside them!
Huh?
Kolk was utterly numb, as though he had swallowed an entire Sichuan pepper tree alive.
How had he never noticed before?
What Lu Ce had said just now pierced his psychological defenses like a sharp blade, filling him with an overwhelming sense of defeat.
—"You keep saying you want to break free of convention, break free of convention, yet you're still