Red Maple Leaf Boarding School, third floor.
Jiang Jue pulled the Evil-Warding Sword from the chest of his last teammate, flinging a string of dark red blood droplets.
From the moment Chen Lidong was killed by Ms. Medina, every clue that could have led to a normal clear had been severed. The logic no longer connected, the main quest could no longer be completed, and triggering the Minimum Death Quota mechanism was their last chance at survival.
When there was no conflict of interest, people who knew each other might support one another. But with the threat of death hanging over their heads and the odds of survival fixed, killing each other was inevitable.
Everyone had the right to survive. Jiang Jue had no right to demand that anyone sacrifice themselves for him. All he could do was compete fairly.
The young player with glasses stared blankly at the bloody hole in his chest. Pain and unwillingness made his entire face tremble violently, but in the end, he did not say a word.
Before death, everyone was afraid. But under such absurd game rules, what use was there in blaming the living?
The Eerie Game had always been this cruel. A chance at life vanished in an instant, but as long as one survived, perhaps a turning point would come someday in the future.
If they cleared the final Instance and gained the right to negotiate with The Rules, who was to say that those who had been sacrificed could not return to the world of the living?
Jiang Jue had seen plenty of dead people and taken part in plenty of life-or-death struggles for survival. He had long since formed a logic that made sense to himself.
He picked up the corpse of the teammate he had just killed