The Chessboard's Bumper Cars

Passerby A's frantic shouts still came from somewhere not too far away. From the sounds of it, he'd even rolled across the ground a few times, so Global I Am The Best knew the hand definitely wasn't his.

The touch of it was cold and slightly stiff. He knew it was a dead person's hand.

He didn't feel it for long. Trembling, Global I Am The Best pulled his hand away from the other icy one.

How had a corpse suddenly appeared? Was there someone else in this room besides him and Passerby A? There had been too many unexpected incidents in this instance, and he was already growing numb to them.

He no longer had the energy to fear the corpse that had suddenly appeared in the room. He just wanted to figure out what was happening and whether he could still survive.

"It's the idiots' group." As he wondered bleakly about his bleak future, which he could see stretching out before him, a woman's voice suddenly came from the darkness.

She sounded young and calm.

He had no time to wonder why there was yet another person. Compared with Passerby A, who was howling in despair beside him, and the mysterious corpse radiating an eerie aura at his feet, this newcomer seemed much more normal—even if she seemed to be calling him an idiot.

Global I Am The Best hurried to his feet and peered toward the voice, though he couldn't see a thing. "Who are you? What do you mean, the idiots' group?"

But the voice didn't answer.

He only heard footsteps from that direction, as if the speaker were walking away.

Listening to the unhurried footsteps, Global I Am The Best cursed under his breath.

Damn it! Why did it sound like this person could see