Noisy and disorderly.
Within the vast, boundless Confrontation Tournament Space, the Awakened from every war zone began negotiating with the alliance during the final moments after hearing that the Final Confrontation had begun.
Exchanging supplies, trading equipment, changing skills, seeking cooperation.
The unreasonable alliance conditions they had originally rejected were forcibly accepted.
The equipment and skills they had been reluctant to exchange were exchanged through gritted teeth.
The powerful war zones rejoiced, using the final moments to give speeches and raise morale. Meanwhile, the weaker, battered war zones wore desperate expressions, pleading like stray dogs with their tails between their legs for the powerful war zones to shelter them.
Too many of their people had died. Some small countries had already lost all their Third Order Awakened.
They could not imagine how they would resist the Zombie Tide and monsters after returning to the real world.
The apocalypse would be even more brutal for them.
Under the surging undercurrents, the higher-ups of every war zone sent people to other war zones, attempting to win over any potential allies.
Every person and every war-zone leader was doing everything possible to increase their war zone's strength, striving to seize first place, or else—
survive.
Yet among all the war zones that had begun taking action, only the Soviet Russia War Zone and the China War Zone remained completely still, quietly staying where they were.
Among all the war zones, they looked exceptionally out of place.
It was as if what was about to begin was not a Confrontation Tournament, but merely a formality.
There was no other reason.
The Soviet Russia War Zone had only one hundred thousand points. After realizing the "charm" of top-tier experts, they had put all their effort into exchanging for more cards and resources to pour into