[Survival of the Giant] He Really Is a Good Old Man. How About Coming Out to Fight Alongside Me?

After hearing the proposal to go out and fight the Golden Rattlesnakes, the new Players eagerly rubbed their hands together, while the Veteran Players acted as if they hadn't heard a thing.

"No."

A voice rang out.

Everyone looked over. It was the Book-Selling Old Man, riding over on a sturdy sika deer.

The old man came to the middle of the Players and said, "Do you know what level those Golden Rattlesnakes are?"

"They're Transcendent Level B."

"In a one-on-one fight, I believe every Player here could beat a Transcendent Level B Exotic Beast."

"But when you're facing a whole swarm of Transcendent Level B Exotic Beasts, their Combat Strength isn't as simple as one plus one equals two."

"The fighting strength unleashed by these social Golden Rattlesnakes could well leave half the Players here dead."

"Hmph. Old man, you really are as much of a Good Old Man as ever," a gruff, displeased voice rang out.

Everyone looked over. A bald, heavily muscled man, tattoos covering his body, stared at the old man with a vicious expression.

The old man spotted the Bald Big Man. "Isn't this Yan Ba? Long time no see. How come you're still in the Survival Game?"

The Bald Big Man said, "If an old bastard like you can still be in the Survival Game, why can't I?"

"You shouldn't meddle. It would serve our interests better to let those new Players go get themselves killed."

The old man said, "We're all here to take part in the Survival Game. There's no need to fight each other to the death."

Then the old man looked around at the Players and pointed at the Bald Big Man. "This Player has been in the Survival Game for six or seven years now. He's a Transcendent Level