"You've committed a monstrous crime, and now you want to drag us down with you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." Liu Guiduo looked at me.
"Stop pretending." I looked at him, my voice full of disdain. "The only thing waiting for you is destruction. This ship will sink because of your ambition. Don't you understand?"
"Enough nonsense. If you don't kill others, others will kill you." Liu Guiduo shouted at me.
"We won't kill anyone. Wait until you people settle things among yourselves first." I sneered.
"Hmph!" Liu Guiduo snorted coldly, turned around, and left.
After he left, I sneered. "You're nothing more than a man who went mad under extreme circumstances. I remember that your ending in the real world was extremely miserable. Why didn't you regret it then?"
"You thought you controlled the lives and deaths of so many crew members, but in the end, you were just a pitiful man."
The next few days passed peacefully. But afterward, the killing began again.
There were clearly only so few people left, yet they were still utterly insane.
Some of them had never killed anyone, which instead made things even more terrifying. Liu Guiduo believed that they were not truly united. Under these circumstances, these people had no choice but to kill in order to survive.
If their hands remained unstained by blood, then someone else's hands would be stained in their place.
And the targets they chose were none other than us.
That night, the killing began.
Liu Guiduo stood in a high place, looking down at us as though he intended to hold the fate of all living beings in his hands.
The others charged at us ferociously, knives in hand.
These people were pitiful, and they were tragic.
They had never killed anyone. They