Flame-Roasted, and the Player with the [Timid as a Mouse] Title

Smash!

The Molotov Cocktail missed the burly player but shattered against the wall. As the glass broke, burning fuel splashed across the corridor, engulfing it in flames.

"Ah..."

The other player had just gotten to his feet, ready to flee while the two faced off, when fuel splashed all over him.

He let out a bloodcurdling scream!

No one could endure the pain of being roasted alive. He had become a human torch, struggling desperately to escape.

But gravely wounded as he was, how could he get away?

He could tear off his burning clothes, but there was no putting out the flames on his hands and face. Blisters rose in an instant, and when he clawed at them, his flesh turned raw and bloody.

Neither Yu Yuan nor the burly player paid any attention to his screams.

The moment the Molotov Cocktail shattered, the burly player leaned out, ready to charge. Instead, he saw another Molotov Cocktail flying toward him.

This one was aimed straight at the room's entrance.

Flames instantly engulfed the doorway.

The burly player was trapped inside.

And that was only the beginning.

Yu Yuan gave a cold snort to himself.

His opponent was strong, battle-hardened, and aggressive.

Yu Yuan had no intention of fighting him up close. He was going to burn him alive with Molotov Cocktails.

The guest room had only one exit, and the window was sealed by the rules.

He had nowhere to run!

One bottle... two... three... four...

Yu Yuan kept moving, hurling Molotov Cocktails into the burly player's room one after another.

He had prepared thoroughly for anything he might encounter in the Wasteland Trial, stocking thirty Molotov Cocktails in his Rabbit Ring.

He had never taken them out afterward, keeping them just in case. Now they had finally come