That night, Wasteland Camp was exceptionally lively.
Because the monsters around the camp had suddenly increased in number, coupled with the arrival of a large number of players and the fact that nighttime was not particularly suitable for newbie activities, many new players—and even some veteran players, especially those who had not gone out on long-range explorations—naturally all returned to the camp after dark. They lit clusters of bonfires and sat around them chatting, bragging, and shooting the breeze.
In any case, from afar, whether it was the veteran players' camp or the spacious camp of the third-test newbies, dozens of bonfires were scattered throughout. They were not really for warmth, but simply for lighting and atmosphere.
Under the combined illumination of the flickering orange-red firelight and the purple-gray aurora in the night sky, the entire camp seemed to have been dyed with some strange, eerie color wholly out of place in this world.
See?
Near the outer center of the veteran players' camp, in an open area close to the respawn point, a bonfire burned brightly. Around it sat five people... no, five ferocious greenskins, casually chatting as they watched the flames.
They were none other than the members of that temporary pickup team—Witch Annie, Moe Moe Saber-chan, King An Xiangde, Heavenly Dao Collapse, and Lao Feng—who had been chased all the way by demons today, with their captain even jumping off a cliff to kill himself.
"So this is what the wasteland looks like at night in this world?"
"It's so beautiful!"
The newbie player who had only logged in for her first day today—the "Fire Witch Annie" impersonating Annie—sat by the bonfire and looked up at the purple aurora overhead with a wistful sigh, looking utterly awestruck.
"It's also..."
"Pretty eerie."
"Is