We still haven't found him... not up to now—we still haven't found that bastard!
Faced with the increasingly chaotic situation, Doctor Gels and the other two had no choice but to hole up in a building with a fairly advantageous location.
Although they were far stronger than ordinary professionals, and had plenty of resources on hand thanks to their early accumulation—of treasures—they had gathered.
But resources were meant to prepare for the final confrontation with the gatekeeper, not to be wasted on the professionals participating in this Kingdom Tournament.
"We're in a very passive position right now." Doctor Gels spoke in a low voice. "In this game, we've already lost every information advantage we should have had. Worse, because we had too much prior information, our reliance on past experience has plunged us into an intelligence crisis. Listen, we can only rely on ourselves now... We need to treat this game as a completely new challenge, one we've never experienced before. Come on, abandon all preconceptions and tell me: faced with the current situation, what should we do?"
"Doctor... you're planning to hold a brainstorming session at a time like this?" Maid Miss couldn't help asking curiously.
"It's called pooling our wisdom, Miss Tina." Doctor Gels spoke solemnly.
Snef poked his head back in through the window. "This place won't hold out for long. We should relocate soon... Also, for some reason, there are many... many failed things from your laboratory outside."
"Failed things?" Doctor Gels instinctively frowned. He then pushed Snef aside and stuck his head out, seeing the strange scene unfolding on the streets of the Royal Capital.
Snef, who had been pushed aside, wasn't angry. Instead, he sneered. "That's right. Just like those failed corpse ghouls you modified—mindless creatures that can only bite people at random on