Luis ground his teeth. "He did this to preserve White Base's HP... White still has two HP left!"
"And that wasn't his only goal. He disguised himself as a gladiator to protect Black's HP too!"
"That bastard still wants Black to win! That's why your attempt to incite defection failed. He left at least one Black Player alive—someone he'd rather risk his own life than kill."
He was utterly frantic. What the hell was that thing?
Was winning for the Black Faction really more important than life?
Who played a game like this? He'd been betrayed and still refused to kill them? He was even willing to gamble his own life? Were they seriously going to keep messing with him?
"Fine, fine, fine... So that's how you want to play?" Madness flashed in Luis's eyes. "A desperate fight? Who doesn't know how to do that?"
At that moment, the sixth round ended with their successful vote.
The seventh round began.
Luis shouted at Sophia, "The opposing side has a Black Player. That's always a hidden threat. I don't believe he'll dare not kill forever!"
"Let's do it again. All we need is for someone to betray them one more time. If he dares come again next round, I'll go out and chop him down myself!"
"Even if you stab me in the back, I'll accept it!"
Sophia was very pleased by those words.
Sophia stood before the round table. "Then... what if the other side votes unanimously this round?"
Luis stared at Sophia. "You're good at coming up with questions. Make it insanely difficult!"
This game wasn't the kind where unity was automatically useful. The invitation vote tested both sides' question-setting and answering strategies.
It could be said that this was the game's fundamental skill. Breaking the opponent through this