The Philosophy of Survival, a Ticket on the Same Boat

The gale whipped up sand and gravel, scraping across the barren hills like countless tiny knives and letting out a mournful howl.

The sky was shrouded in yellow dust clouds, with only a few slivers of daylight struggling to break through.

Yang Xiu stood atop a wind-eroded rock. Behind him, the Monster Soul Squad members had just learned the truth and fallen silent.

His gaze passed over the swirling sand before him and settled on the distant horizon.

"Where do we go next?"

The question of Gāng Qì weighed on his heart like a heavy stone.

They were indeed free.

From now on, they would no longer have forced missions or need to fight like puppets on strings for "Bliss Points."

But this freedom felt more like leaping out of a cage and into a cruel wilderness teeming with predators.

The dangers of Monster World were far beyond anything they had faced in the Death Space's carefully selected mission scenarios.

Powerful clans stood everywhere, taboos ran rampant, and gods and demons wreaked havoc... Any number of things could wipe out their newly rested squad in an instant. With everything happening so suddenly, where could they go to be safe? Yang Xiu sank into thought.

As his thoughts churned, the first thing he considered was sending his teammates back to their home Small Worlds.

Though those places were barren and backward, at least his teammates knew the land and how to survive there safely.

The idea quickly took shape into a plan in his mind.

First, contact the Gold Coin Merchant Association, then ask Guidance Brother to pinpoint the coordinates and establish a stable spatial passage... As long as they paid enough Sacrificial Power, it wouldn't be difficult. But the next moment, the thought that had just arisen was snuffed out.