At the very center of the nuclear crater.
The huge mouth that had been vomiting had already withdrawn underground, leaving behind only a bottomless pit and the two men standing beside it.
The two stared at each other. In the end, Old White could not hold back any longer. He cleared his throat and spoke first.
"What now?"
Fang Chang looked at him in confusion.
"What now?"
"Uh, I mean... what's the next step of the plan?"
Seeing Fang Chang's expression that plainly said, "What are you talking about?" Old White scratched his helmet and changed the question.
Although he was the captain, he really had no experience dealing with situations he had never even seen in real life. This was when Fang Chang's imagination came in handy.
But judging from Fang Chang's unmoved expression, he knew he had probably asked for nothing.
"There is no next step... or rather, this development was never part of the plan."
Fang Chang sighed, walked to the edge of the enormous pit, and glanced down.
That profound darkness seemed capable of swallowing everything.
And in fact, it already had. It had nearly wiped out their entire squad in a single bite.
Honestly.
If he were not a player, he would never have dared to venture into a place like this, much less come up with such a reckless plan.
But precisely because he was a player, he not only dared to accept this near-certain-death mission, but could also throw his teammates into this huge pit without hesitation—and his teammates would not see anything wrong with it.
People with sharp minds could not help but overthink things. Sometimes, he involuntarily had the illusion that him standing here, thinking these thoughts, making these choices, had actually all been decided many years ago.
Though there did