No More Stamina!

Day 9 of the game, inside the off-road vehicle.

Lucky One looked at Unlucky Salted Fish, who was shivering in the driver's seat. His expression wasn't very good at the moment.

Cold. Extremely cold.

It had reached the point where even wearing padded coats and wrapping themselves in quilts was useless.

They still had food to spare, but only one bottle of mineral water left.

Unlucky Salted Fish suggested making do by eating some snow. He'd eaten it as a kid, and it hadn't been a problem.

Lucky One listened, and the two of them made do by eating some snow...

As a result, their stomachs had been hurting for half the day. They were unbearably thirsty, and had downed the last bottle of water...

Lucky One had thought that, with his abundant equipment and supplies, there'd be no problem outlasting the other side.

But he hadn't expected...

This time, he'd almost outlasted himself...

Why was this happening?

The other side shouldn't be inside the base!

He'd clearly used his binoculars and spotted a Motorcycle buried in the snow on the other side of the ravine!

The two remaining players had to be hiding in the ravine. There wasn't even anywhere else to shelter from the wind!

How could they last so long in this frozen wilderness, with the temperature dropping lower and lower?

It was impossible!

Could Unlucky Salted Fish be lying to him?

Had all the players at the Green Team Base actually already died?

Lucky One frowned and looked at Unlucky Salted Fish, aiming his automatic pistol at him. Through gritted teeth, he said, "You... were you lying to me?"

"Have all the Traitors in the Green Faction already died? Are there only the two of us left in this game!!!"

Unlucky Salted Fish froze at that,