Deadly Trap

Bug was certain that what he had seen before had indeed been a group photo that looked like something out of an Evil Spirit's nightmare.

A group photo of so many Monsters pieced together from corpses—surely it should have been a terrifying photo, right?

But in the photo he held in his hand, every person in it was smiling happily, warm and content. They were not Monsters, but humans.

"...What exactly did you do?"

Bug raised his head to look at the figure before him and asked in a hoarse voice.

"Why did that Strategy Tile disappear directly?"

"Their final obsessions had already dispersed. The scene built around them naturally vanished as well."

Bai Zhi glanced at him and pulled the photo back from his hand.

"Didn't you know? The maximum HP is 100."

As Bai Zhi's words fell, the photo in his hand shattered, turning into countless pale gold Light Spots that spontaneously sank into the Health Bar floating above his head.

Then, under Bug's somewhat shocked gaze, the other man's HP rapidly rose from 175 to 210.

"A final gift..."

Watching the scene before him, Bug fell silent.

Only now did he finally understand why Tiger had specifically instructed them to focus on the person before them.

"More or less. This was the only thing they could do to help me within the rules."

Bai Zhi glanced at his now longer Health Bar and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Chaos, distortion, absurdity... Only consciousness as chaotic as that could create Strategy Tiles of that level, I suppose. Before, I wasn't quite sure where they came from, but now, I think I more or less understand."

Bai Zhi let out a soft breath.

"They might once have been Ghouls like you, or perhaps ordinary humans who died at the hands