Happy Family

This was the final battlefield.

Twenty managers had paid with their lives and blood, spending three days and three nights before finally reaching this point.

The Blue Button was as inconspicuous as a tiny button, yet it was enough to decide the fate of more than a dozen lives.

Now, this button that would end everything lay obediently at Fang Shenyan's feet.

Yet the one who had delivered this button had collapsed on the ground, dead or alive unknown, and no one knew what he would bring with him.

Fang Shenyan did not even glance at him. He bent down, picked up the button, and swiftly turned around, stirring a gust of wind.

Hou Guisheng's task was already complete. Whether he lived or died was completely unimportant.

Even why he had suddenly become so agonized did not matter.

As long as this button was installed back onto the Game Console's controller, everything would be over.

The dead could rest in peace, and the living could go home.

Fang Shenyan covered three steps in two, gripping the button in his only remaining hand, steady as an emotionless machine.

True mental fortitude meant remaining unshaken even when Mount Tai collapsed before one's eyes.

Under such circumstances, the sooner he fulfilled the mission requirements, the greater their hope of victory.

At the same time, Hou Guisheng had yet to die.

Or perhaps the thing inside him had never intended to kill him at all.

Gray vapor was spilling from the two eyeballs embedded in Hou Guisheng's hideous face.

His fallen body released waves of dazzling blackness.

It was difficult to describe what kind of black could possibly be called dazzling, but that was the truth.

When it appeared, it was as though every color in the world became unworthy of mention.

As long