After standing there in a daze for a while, he suddenly raised his fist and smashed it toward his own head.
The surviving child beside him, a little boy with white hair, suddenly said, "Even if you die, you won't go back to the past."
"Why?" Dafflin looked at him, suddenly realizing that no one seemed to have ever mentioned the boy's name.
"My name is... What's your name?" He suddenly realized that Anty had only ever introduced herself and had never told him the boy's name.
"I don't remember my name either. In this place, only those without names can survive. Do you know why?" White Hair asked.
"I don't."
"Only those it doesn't notice can survive. Once it looks at you, death is not far away."
Dafflin fell silent.
What the boy said seemed to make sense.
But it did nothing to ease the pain in his heart: someone important had died.
He was still as useless as before.
Even with cheats, he couldn't use them properly.
No, the difficulty was simply too high.
This was not the kind of difficulty one encountered in normal life. It was difficulty deliberately arranged by someone.
He had clearly seen a savior, yet still fallen into a trap at the very end?
"What should we do now?" he instinctively asked the little boy.
"Go find that person." The little boy pointed at the Wilderness Hotel in the distance.
Dafflin's feelings were complicated.
If not for the arrogance unique to the Miken People, if he had not wasted those thousand-plus simulation chances and had sent them to that man sooner in the simulations, things would not have ended like this.
That was precisely why he had chosen to kill himself.
Yet now, his only way out was still over there.
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