As the soldiers played more and more wildly and earned more and more rewards, Fortress Major began to feel that something was off.
Yet he had never figured out exactly what was wrong, until he heard wolves howling one night...
Only then did he suddenly realize: the people playing the game could turn into wolves.
And once they became wolves, they would likely remain wolves for a long time. As for when they would turn back, it would probably not happen until the game ended.
And wolves were supposed to kill people at night.
Thinking of this, he immediately ordered the soldiers to stop playing the game at night.
But he had realized it too late.
One night, the wolves howled again. The next morning, a soldier was dead.
His body was completely unharmed, but his eyes were wide open, as though he had seen something terrifying.
"Damn it, things from other worlds really can't have come here with good intentions." The Major smashed his fist into the wall.
Only one person had died, but his instincts told him that the fortress might not be able to hold out much longer.
Because the soldiers would no longer trust one another.
Only those who had been on the battlefield knew how important trust was.
United, fearless inferior soldiers could defeat elite troops riven by internal strife.
Because the latter's greatest enemy was not their opponent, but their own comrades.
Just as he had expected, the soldiers began guarding against one another. They no longer went to the toilet in pairs, but in groups of at least three.
Some even went together as an entire First Team.
A few more days passed, and someone died again at night.
The Major had no choice but to make everyone rest in shifts, rotating through