The three exchanged glances. They understood that from today onward, the others would become their greatest rivals.
After all, collecting emotions was obviously antagonistic by nature.
No one could be happy, sad, and afraid at the same time.
If someone could do that, they had to be insane.
As everyone knew, madmen could not form the foundation of rule.
But for now, they were too weak on their own and could not make a move against each other.
Suddenly, Number Three understood Number Two's true motive—the other man had never really wanted to kill Number One. The one he truly wanted dead was him.
Number Two had been planning ahead for after they cleared the game.
By that point, Number Two's Infinite Simulation had already determined that Number One alone was enough to clear it.
That made him useless.
Fortunately, he had chosen to stay with that despicable transmigrator.
If that man appeared before him, he would definitely thank him properly—then kill him.
Naturally, the purpose of killing the Despicable Transmigrator was to keep his own gains from being exposed.
The three of them were all plotting in their hearts, devising countless ultimate scenarios.
After all, collecting emotions and creating the extraordinary were the sorts of things novel protagonists often did.
However, one week later.
Another Rule Game appeared.
The three were selected again, mixed in with another High-IQ Person.
This time, the rules were strict. The three were wiped out, while the High-IQ Person cleared the game.
Before dying, they could not help but feel regret, frustration, and confusion.
"This shouldn't have happened!"
"I clearly got the protagonist's script!"
"No, we forgot someone. Where did that Number Four go?"
Meanwhile, the Despicable Transmigrator used a secret method to hear their cries before death.
He could not help shaking his