"She isn't a True Man," Xu Huo said.
It seemed to be an unexpected answer. Xin Lang fell silent.
"You still haven't answered my earlier question," Xu Huo said. "If you can't destroy the protective wall, you must have a backup plan."
"There's no need for it now." Xin Lang didn't answer directly. She looked up, then suddenly asked, "There are still plenty of people alive in the quarantine zone, aren't there? Once the protective wall falls, they'll be no different from the people in the city."
"Then everyone will be infected, and each person will do everything they can to leave themselves a way out by destroying the quarantine zone," Xu Huo said. "That would bring the reality show to an end, too."
"Is that so?" Xin Lang's voice turned cold. "I think that even if everyone gets infected, the people living in the upper levels will just find a way to force more people into the quarantine zone. Then they'll come up with a new set of selection criteria."
"There will always be some people with a conscience," Xu Huo said. Clown City had a very good atmosphere. The way the young people behaved in the arena alone was proof that they weren't only there for the rewards. Few were bold enough to rely solely on their own skill; many were driven more by sheer passion.
That was different from Building Block Fairy Tale Town Station back then. The people of Clown City hated Aliens. The cleanup mission had been a sham, but their hatred of Aliens was real, and they were willing to sacrifice themselves for their families and hometown.
"The biggest problem with this city is that it has too few Players."
Clown City was much like District 014, which had only recently become a game