"You mean... this feels like a dream. Is it real?"
Luke sat by the clear river, eating fruit as he asked.
"How should I know?" Bondi gnawed on a pile of fruit nearby. "Who cares? Since it's real right now, eat more. If it turns out to be fake later, at least we'll have something to remember..."
"Exactly!" Bob chimed in from the side.
"You two old geezers..." Luke couldn't help laughing as he cursed them teasingly. But then he smiled and let out a sigh of relief. Yes, in a situation like this, honestly, there wasn't much to regret for the moment. Even if a monster suddenly appeared the next second and ate them all, it would still be better than starving to death in that dark place, only for their corpses to be absorbed by that Rotten Flesh.
"David, why have you been so quiet?" Bondi suddenly picked up a piece of fruit and threw it at David, who was staring blankly across from him.
David was struck by the fruit and came back to his senses. With a sigh, he said, "If only... Miss Sunny had been able to make it here."
Those words instantly brought the cheerful atmosphere to a halt, and Bondi's smile stiffened slightly.
Thinking of his only granddaughter, he became emotional as well. Though they had known each other for only a few days, he could tell that she was a kind, good child—someone who should have been enjoying all of this the most.
"Didn't that beastman say my granddaughter was still alive?" Bondi suddenly asked.
"He did..." David's spirits lifted at once. He had previously been only half-convinced by the beastman's words, but that fellow had actually led everyone to the so-called place of refuge.
Maybe... what he had said about Miss