Death Has Come

Fluctuation value:201, Fourth Team.

In the damp, chilly cave system, the atmosphere was eerie and terrifying, and ghostly flames flickered.

Inside one of the caves, four Death Game Players sat together.

Butterfly: "Big bro, I just can't get used to this environment. No matter how much I wear, I still feel cold..."

"Man, this game has me completely locked down."

The first to speak was the only woman among the four.

Her nickname was "Butterfly." She looked about twenty, though her actual age was unknown. She was stunningly beautiful, alluring but not vulgar, and every gesture of hers could easily win people over.

Guide: "It's the Undead Race's territory, after all. It's only natural for it to be chilly."

"But don't worry. According to this game's rules, the assigned race won't be hostile toward its players."

"Relax. We're not only honored guests here—we can also command them as we please."

His nickname was "Guide." He was a kindly-looking middle-aged man with a very sturdy build, and his every move showed the makings of a good leader.

After speaking, Guide even waved his hand for emphasis. "Butterfly, we started this game already in possession of the strongest race, the Undead Race. We don't need your social skills at all."

"Besides, isn't your other ability even stronger?"

Butterfly smiled naturally. "I have a feeling this game is dangerous. I'm afraid we'll screw up."

"If possible, I'd rather not get involved."

Guide nodded and looked toward the bespectacled, refined-looking middle-aged man among the four. "Deeply Ensnared, how are the preparations coming along?"

His nickname was "Deeply Ensnared." He was a middle-aged man with glasses who looked somewhat gloomy.

Deeply Ensnared replied, "Based on what we know so far, the four largest races in this Game World are the Undead Race, Demon Race, Orc