Everyone present knew that what was in the cup in her hand was most likely poisonous.
So no one was foolish enough to exchange cups with her. Her only chance to force an exchange had already been used on Molly, and she could no longer exchange cups.
A moment later, everyone had finished their drinks. Only the woman remained.
The woman froze. Then a chill shot from the soles of her feet straight to the top of her head. Everyone else was fine. Didn't that mean that her drink was the poisoned one?
Everyone present watched the woman in silence, as if waiting for her to finish the drink and die.
But she didn't want to die!!!
What should she do? What should she do? What should she do?
For a moment, the woman fell into complete despair. The others, however, thought of something: they didn't necessarily have to oppose Nameless. Like Molly, they could also join Nameless's side. Perhaps doing so would actually give them a higher chance of survival.
Many people who thought of this froze in succession, realizing that this was very likely why Nameless had done it. If everyone treated Nameless as an enemy, he would be under tremendous pressure. So he had killed one to warn the others, making everyone understand that opposing him would very likely mean death, while cooperating with him did not necessarily mean death.
"His grasp of human nature is truly worthy of Nameless." Many people sighed in admiration.
The spectators outside the arena also realized Nameless's purpose. Those caught up in the situation might not react in time, but as outsiders, many spectators could see the situation clearly. They naturally understood what Nameless was trying to do.
All one could say was that Nameless was indeed Nameless. He had effortlessly