Accumulating Sand into a Tower

"I'm still alive. There are two of us left in our squad."

There had never been many teams that could survive.

But anyone who could speak on the Public Channel was already one of the Lucky Ones.

In the end, many teams' final struggle amounted to taking one or two Aus down with them. Even so, that was far better than being wiped out for nothing.

It was not simply a matter of having more survivors. The reality was that the Aus had also suffered heavy losses.

The Aus hunters did not have especially high fighting spirit. They were doing this for money—why would they risk their lives?

As people kept getting killed and wounded during communications, they naturally began to think twice.

Most of those hunting outside were peripheral mercenaries working for pay.

They had originally hunted so eagerly because the prey had looked easy to deal with, so they had rushed to compete for it.

After suffering losses, they naturally hesitated over whether to continue.

Many Eastern Kingdom people being tracked suddenly found themselves without pursuers.

And when news of entire "squads" being wiped out spread through their internal network, it stirred quite a reaction.

Once they realized that what they were tracking was no longer a fleeing stray dog, but a vicious tiger driven into a dead end, many squads naturally stopped.

They were merely a flock of scavenging vultures—Bounty Hunters who bullied the weak and feared the strong. When a Hurricane or a powerful dragon happened to pass by before, they had naturally pretended not to see them.

Since they were wild dogs chasing profit, no matter how high the bounty was, they would not throw away their lives for it.

And when their prey became troublesome, they naturally adjusted. They either gave up or joined