So many Cannibal Players?
The sound of swallowing put the newly arrived players on guard. But when they saw the numbers tattooed on some of the people's bare backs, they suddenly understood. These people weren't Cannibal Players—they were just starving!
"My Personal Panel won't open! I can't access my Storage Compartment either!" someone blurted out.
"Does that mean there's no food here?"
"How can that be? Didn't everyone who entered the game before us eat their own food?"
"Maybe the game we entered is different from the one they did!"
The other players in the room were clearly used to this. They watched the newcomers panic with detached scorn, as if they were mocking them—and their past selves.
"If you want to stay alive a little longer, start conserving your strength now," a female Player in the corner finally said. "No matter how loudly you shout, food won't appear, and you won't get out."
"What's going on here?" one of the newcomers hurriedly asked. "Has the game not started yet? Did anyone get a prompt?"
"No. Nothing at all." The woman didn't seem to have the patience to deal with them. She pointed to the room's only exit—the door. "If you want to know, go see for yourselves."
The players exchanged uneasy glances. They worried it might be a trap, so no one moved.
The woman didn't even feel like making fun of them anymore. She turned away and closed her eyes, looking exhausted.
Xu Huo walked over and offered her an energy candy. "How long have you been here?"
The woman caught the scent of food and snatched it from him. She didn't even have time to tear the wrapper open before hurriedly stuffing it into her mouth. Too busy chewing to speak, she kept her eyes fixed on