"Cough, cough..."
V coughed violently several times, spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm behind him, and said, "What do you mean? M and N went offline, so I have to die too?"
Ai Li stared at the wounds, livor mortis, and the bizarre body V had assumed.
He picked up a piece of candy from the plate with two fingers and put it into his mouth. Chewing, he said, "Two Tarot Cards dropped into my hand. Both contained information about why you went to District 13's [Nightmare] and what you did there."
"Logically speaking, there was no reason for you to make it back alive."
V almost laughed in anger. "What, was your probability one hundred percent?"
"If not, then don't waste that precious stack of paper cards of yours calculating whether I should be dead. Figure out why this operation suffered such devastating losses instead!"
Two Chess Players had gone offline!
There were only twenty-six Chess Players in the entire Final Battlefield.
Calling it devastating losses was no exaggeration.
Nearby, the bronze-skinned female player [C] glanced at V. Her voice was unhurried, yet filled with mockery. "Yes, why was that?"
"Three hulking men who specialized in fighting actually lost to three youngsters under twenty-five, one of whom was even a little girl."
"I'm curious too. Could you explain exactly how three grown men got beaten so badly?"
[B] Baron grinned. "I heard you were even forced to flee into [F]'s dream just to barely survive?"
"That's really embarrassing."
[B] and [C] each threw out a remark, leaving V's face dark as water throughout. Yet unexpectedly, he did not argue.
Ai Li remained calm, leisurely eating the sweets from his bowl. "The information I gave you was not wrong."
V said, "The information wasn't wrong, but you left out