Since they had survived, it was time to think about other things.
The more than twenty God and Demon Walkers looked at the dozen or so pieces of equipment scattered across the ground, their eyes gleaming. They had struck it rich!
They had not gotten the skills—they had already vanished—but the equipment would not disappear.
Did they see that golden AK? Even if they could not use it themselves, they could definitely sell it for a hefty price.
It could not be denied that there were definitely God and Demon Walkers who loved this kind of glittering gold stuff.
Keeping a low profile? To hell with keeping a low profile. Some God and Demon Walkers had been too repressed in the real world, so in mission worlds they went completely wild and reckless. Needless to say, many such God and Demon Walkers did not live long.
They knew they would not live long either, so they did not plan everything so carefully.
Their own happiness came first.
The more than twenty God and Demon Walkers silently moved toward the scattered equipment. After only a few steps, they realized everyone had the same intention.
They immediately charged openly at the equipment. Whoever grabbed it owned it.
With too many people and too little loot, they soon came to blows.
Being in the same faction did not mean they could not attack each other. There was nothing wrong with them fighting among themselves.
Men die for wealth, birds die for food.
The equipment scattered on the ground was enough to spark a conflict among the God and Demon Walkers. Fortunately, it had not escalated to the point where they were trying to kill one another.
About ten minutes later, the dozen or so pieces of equipment on the ground had all found