At the horizon, dawn had just broken, and the sky had turned completely pale.
As the morning light tore apart the gray mist and darkness shrouding Grotesque Town, the two sets of Order Rules governing the days and nights of the Players and residents also completed their смена.
[Slaughter Privilege] was once again restricted to every Player, while the sleeping residents awoke to the morning bells.
After King Arthur left, Kong Yi emerged from the house.
Stretching and yawning, he said, "After messing around all night, I got nothing."
"I don't even know what I was messing around for..."
He looked at the address on the note. "And I still have to go deliver this kid."
Kong Yi headed toward the street corner. On a rooftop in the distance behind him, the masked woman removed her mask, revealing a cool and regal face as her eyes narrowed...
Near noon, the morning mist had mostly been scattered by the blazing sun, and the town had regained its bustling vitality.
Over the course of the night, quite a few residents had been brutally disemboweled, and no fewer than ten Players had been eliminated. Bloody scenes were everywhere, yet the residents felt neither fear nor pity.
All they felt was glee at others' misfortune.
In their eyes, anyone who was prematurely disemboweled was defective merchandise abandoned by the Lord of Birth.
One less competitor only made their own sense of superiority stand out more.
At noon, close to twelve.
Inside a bustling restaurant, Kong Yi took a seat and ordered a medium-rare tomahawk steak and a lemon tea.
To his surprise, the server who came to attend him was an old acquaintance from last night...
"Isn't this... the Magician lady from last night?"
"Weren't you performing street magic? How come you're moonlighting