"Want to prove whether my guess is correct? I just need to observe the Elimination Round over the next few days!"
"As for the game's true purpose, I still need to be cautious before drawing any conclusions."
"And now."
"Researching how to earn more from the Elimination Round and milk more benefits is what really matters!"
It was only the most ordinary Elimination Round, yet the territory could immediately rake in three million Survival Points.
And that did not even include the billions of plates bought by human survivors throughout the New Continent.
Of course, the foreign races had bought quite a few as well—proportionally, even more than the human survivors.
But one thing was certain: the healing effects brought by this plate of Oxtail Medicinal Cuisine.
For the foreign races, they were definitely inferior to those experienced by humans.
After all, there were the six-month-long Great Mist Disaster and the hidden injuries left behind by the various calamities of the first year in the wasteland.
The bodies of most human survivors had already reached the brink of their limits.
They had merely held on through sheer willpower because the migration had not yet fully ended, preventing any large-scale chain reactions from occurring.
This could also be seen from the newcomers rescued by the territory.
Before being rescued, most of them had seemed perfectly fine. They could eat, walk, run, and jump, and even looked much healthier than the territory's old residents.
Yet after lying safely in the territory for a few days, once they were certain they were truly safe,
these people quickly fell seriously ill, with all kinds of strange ailments striking at once.
Now, this plate of medicinal cuisine had helped the human survivors eliminate a major problem ahead of time.
Or rather, it had pushed back