The greatest difference between ordinary people and "players" lay in how they interpreted and exploited the rules.
Once the rules of a "game" contained a BUG, that BUG would inevitably be worked into every conceivable trick by players crazy enough to throw caution to the wind.
And courting death was often the fastest and most efficient way to test the rules.
This trial battlefield, of all things, seemed not to have any restrictions in that regard.
But when Li Wei considered things from Tyr's perspective, he could more or less understand that uncle's "good intentions":
As the God of Justice, he presumably encouraged his followers, at least subconsciously, to bravely face death—to forge their convictions and elevate their souls through one "death" after another.
In the eyes of those righteous and glorious gods, putting their ideals and creeds into practice often took precedence over life and death itself.
Now that he knew this, Li Wei had no intention of being polite with Tyr.
When he had just "relogged after death," he had roughly calculated the blood consumption. That bucket of blood he had drawn out was enough for him to die seven or eight times.
Even if it ran out, he could simply give Randall some food and medicinal herbs to replenish his blood and energy, then draw some more blood tomorrow.
Randall, the mobile resurrection-coin cabinet currently at the Temple of Nature, inexplicably shuddered.
His second "death" earlier had not been Li Wei deliberately throwing himself away again. Those gargoyles had simply been too troublesome.
Though their individual strength generally was not all that great, when thousands upon thousands of those things swarmed in, even dragons had to avoid their edge.
That bronze dragon might have seemed to be having a wild, earth-shaking brawl with that pack of gargoyles