What is this?
After rushing over at top speed, Lin An suddenly froze when he looked up.
There was a line of red writing on the ceiling, in small characters written with something that might have been paint—or dried blood.
"I saw it when I fell! I told you this System was too unfair to me! I'm a dignified Planet Destroyer—how did I end up at such a huge disadvantage after coming in here? Heh, even weaknesses have their advantages!"
Even in his excitement, Troll remembered to keep his voice down. He hurriedly tugged Lin An, then pointed outside.
"Sixteen seconds left! Kid, do we wipe it off or what!?"
His eyes flickering, Troll subtly revealed a strange glint when he asked for Lin An's opinion.
As a veteran Planet Destroyer, he knew very well that no matter the situation, he had to make sure he possessed a trump card. His strength was currently the lowest; he could not even outrun Lin An. In his eyes, Blue Armor and the others would sell him out sooner or later. This information he had discovered by chance might very well be a lifeline!
However, contrary to Troll's expectations, Lin An froze for a moment before grabbing him and pulling him up, then slightly shook his head.
"If we keep things from each other, we'll only die faster. Let's share it. Even if we die and they make it out alive, we'll still have completed the mission."
Half true and half false, after speaking, Lin An began trying to understand the meaning of the sentence.
He knew what Troll was thinking, but the difficulty of this mission was actually more terrifying than these Planet Destroyers imagined. The previous failures might very well have been killed by internal conflict.
Even taking the worst-case scenario