"Hello, hello, Seventh Brother? Why haven't you come down yet?"
Zhao Xi sent a voice message through the Task Channel.
At that moment, Long Qi had no idea how to describe his feelings, nor did he know what his expression looked like to others.
Probably... indescribable.
After agonizing over it for a while, he finally replied weakly:
"Is everyone all right?"
"More or less. I threw out my back, Oldest Fris coughed up a little blood, Major Liu has a mild brain concussion... and that high-paid bodyguard gentleman seems to have been burned. He's looking for a waiter to put some ointment on him."
Zhao Xi sounded relaxed, apparently highly accepting of the current reality.
That made sense. Compared to death, what outcome was unacceptable?
Long Qi was still dazed when Zhao Xi continued asking:
"Hello, Seventh Brother, are you still up on Sky Ridge?"
"Yeah. Where are you?"
"Right where we set out from. I mean the place we left from at dawn."
"The Supply Point?"
"Mm-hm. More precisely, the Supply Point's functional hall—the legendary map save point. The 'Basic Environment' is still spread out here."
"..."
"I kind of understand what you felt back then now."
"Me? Back then?"
"That time on the cargo ship at the end of June. Bi—gone in an instant, bi—disappeared in an instant, and then everyone got moved ashore. This Real World game is definitely going to be a hit!"
Right!
Long Qi's still-muddled mind finally sorted out a thread of logic.
Wasn't this series of clashes and their outcome on Sky Ridge a repeat of that night's cargo ship scenario? Back then, Ronan had even made a GG in front of all those colleagues from the Inner World.
He called it some kind of combat game, but it was really just Ronan