The Suitcase Man
Though Sun Jirou had already guessed what he was getting at, hearing him say it aloud still seemed unbelievable. He wanted the people of Fairytale City to go extinct because he was disappointed in the city?
"What's so surprising about that?" Xu Huo pointed out the window. "Do the people here look normal to you?"
"You can understand hating, despising, or taking pleasure in tormenting former compatriots. But eating their flesh and blood without the slightest qualm—once they've crossed that line, how are they any different from Cannibal Players?"
Sun Jirou looked a little sad. She sighed. "In this game, whether they're Players or ordinary people, they're all victims."
Xu Huo neither agreed nor disagreed. His gaze lingered on her face.
Sun Jirou wasn't as sentimental as she seemed.
Back at the Wooden Cabin, she'd only gone after him. She hadn't targeted Tao Chengxin, who could, more or less, be considered his ally. One reason was to vent her anger; if she could kill him, she'd at least get revenge for her dead companions. The other was that she clearly didn't want to make enemies of all the other Players. They were strangers with no deep bonds, so it was only natural that they wouldn't band together to deal with her.
"The names made public in the game are Player aliases, and it's those aliases we need to protect, too." Sun Jirou composed herself and said, "You're a man of your word. Remember my alias. We'll meet again someday."
With that, she left the Dungeon.
Xu Huo glanced at the thin slice of embryo, then recalled the Strings he'd sent out as soon as he entered. He picked up the Wooden Puppet and headed for the Fresh and Delicious Sausage Shop.
From a distance, he put the