Those who had set fires—or even added fuel to them later—were now hiding in dark corners, listening to the system notifications informing them that they had received attribute points.
This had undoubtedly given them even more incentive to commit crimes.
Setting fires in secret didn't require any direct confrontation, and it was one hundred percent safe.
As a result, fires broke out in more and more places. Skyscrapers, shopping malls, office buildings—as the flames grew and the wind picked up, thick clouds of smoke billowed over the entire city.
The smoke swirled through the air, coating everyone from head to toe. Coughing echoed all around.
Ye Zhao had gotten used to it. The previous round of the game had involved fires everywhere, too. She deftly pulled a mask from her Personal Space and put it on.
Things had already been chaotic outside. Now that fires had broken out, the people sheltering at home were also growing increasingly anxious. They hurriedly packed their belongings so they could flee at any moment. Before, more people had been throwing things out of their windows. Now, those who opened their windows were yelling furiously down at the street.
"Which heartless bastard started the fire! I curse your ancestors for eighteen generations, blah blah blah..."
"Who comes up with a trick like setting fires to kill people? Are you trying to wipe out humanity?"
"Which miserable bastard started a fire that'll cost a thousand lives to take a thousand and eight hundred! I curse you to die a horrible death!"
"Ahhh, please, you monsters outside, stop setting fires! Do you think you'll be better off once all the houses have burned down? Don't fall for that garbage game's tricks—"
"Serves you right! That's what you get for throwing things around!" someone yelled back from below.