Crises kept cropping up, and the rules were riddled with traps. Experience wasn't necessarily enough to help.
In the face of death, everyone was equal. There was no distinction between rookies and veterans.
Qi Si and Lu Li's conversation had brought the hidden terror into the open. It didn't take much imagination to realize that if even players of that level could die for no apparent reason, then what about everyone else?
The Minimum Death Quota mechanism was undoubtedly the simplest and most brutal option.
They no longer needed to fight an almost impossible-to-defeat entity. They only needed to deal with other players...
Everyone lowered their eyes in thought, weighing their options. They sensibly scattered and kept their distance from one another.
With the players spread out, the room felt much more spacious and no longer crowded.
Qi Si went over to the low table beside the bedside cabinet and pulled open a drawer.
Just as he'd expected, several yellowed sheets of antique paper lay in the dark brown wooden compartment. They might as well have slapped the word "clue" across the players' faces.
Hans had killed the player who approached the Altar because he knew more clues. Now that he was dead, those clues were conveniently waiting in his room's drawer...
Everything seemed to follow naturally, as if it made perfect sense.
Qi Si lowered his eyes to hide the amusement in them, casually pulled out the papers, and read aloud:
[Crouch actually wants to stay and live on the island. Did Yuna chew his brain out?]
[That woman always makes me think of the Siren in sailors' tales. She's terrifying. It's a feeling I can't quite describe, but she's definitely not alive...]
[No, Crouch has become terrifying too. He's become a stranger. He's starting to adapt to this