"A night's passed. What do you say?" The middle-aged glasses man stood up and looked at the older woman, Brother Ya, and the others.
"What do we say?" Tong Chuan said coldly. "You're not thinking of dividing up the supplies and leaving, are you?"
"A survival minigame in an A-rank random instance is no ordinary challenge. We went to all that trouble to find you. How could we leave?" The middle-aged glasses man spoke pointedly. "Now that Mr. Xu has left, our sides are evenly matched. Rather than destroy each other, why not do what I suggested before? Have other people enter the game in our place, then keep looking for more survivors. That way, we can all stay alive."
It was indeed an option, and it was what Brother Ya and the others had originally intended. With Xu Huo present, however, they had been forced to act like decent, civilized people. Now that Xu Huo might never return, could the rest of them really withstand the survival minigames?
If they wanted to live, this was their only option.
They were no saints. At a time like this, no one stepped forward to object.
"I only have one question," the older woman said. "If young Xu comes back, how do we explain ourselves?"
"What is there to explain?" The middle-aged glasses man smiled. "He's a player. Surely he'll understand other players. Besides, we're not killing people indiscriminately. We're simply making a choice we have no alternative to in a crisis. And even if we don't use them as substitutes, could they survive the hordes of aliens?"
He paused, then added, "Wouldn't he do the same if he found himself in a situation beyond his abilities?"
In his view, Xu Huo had only gone in for the child because he thought