The containment center's District D had seen daylight again.
Rows of military-green tents stood crookedly, with all kinds of belongings scattered carelessly across the ground. Look closely, and you could even spot valuables such as cash and jewelry.
It wasn't that everyone had disappeared. In fact, a sizable portion of the population had survived in this area.
But they had only just emerged from complete darkness and hadn't figured out what was happening when their attention was drawn to the grotesque eyeball in the sky.
Even the Deathmatch Arena contestants among them couldn't help but freeze for a moment when they saw the eye overhead.
After all, though this world had all sorts of supernatural horrors, they generally followed recognizable patterns.
They were either steeped in sinister energy, grotesque blood-soaked monsters, or, at the very least, entities governed by inscrutable rules.
But the eyeball hanging high in the sky didn't feel eerie at all.
It radiated an air that was mysterious, yet inspired awe.
A dapper man in a smart suit raised his brows in surprise. "Is that thing supernatural too?"
"Hard to say. Either way, it's not something we can handle. Let that Guardian God deal with it."
The young man with dyed blond hair replied casually, his voice tinged with mockery when he mentioned the Guardian God.
There was no helping it. The power level in this Deathmatch Arena wasn't exactly high, but it couldn't compare to those high-fantasy worlds where people could casually destroy planets.
Still, the supernatural beings in this world wielded powers that were a real nuisance. Quite a few of them involved rules.
No matter what combination of abilities the contestants put together, once they fell victim to one of those entities, they had little chance to fight back.
In this situation, all the