In his previous life, Su Bai had been like a lone boat on a boundless sea of blood, drifting with the current through one desperate situation after another, building up layer upon layer of trump cards through each brush with danger.
Even as he struggled like that, Su Bai had never doubted the authority of the "Administrators," just as gamers in the Real World instinctively believed that only the game's official staff could solve their problems.
But after starting his life over, Su Bai increasingly felt that the "Administrators" were not so authoritative after all, and certainly not omnipotent.
Invisible threads seemed to connect Players to one another, and Players to the "Administrators," binding the humans from another world, the individual game scenarios, and the seemingly program-like "Administrators" whose voices were heard but whose faces were never seen into a single whole.
These "Administrators" could deliver their voices and game-related information to every Player's ears, so presumably they were not independent individuals. After all, Su Bai had never heard of an "Administrator" customer service center hidden in this damned Nightmare World, staffed twenty-four hours a day, every day of the year.
And that strange Administrator gentleman who had contacted Su Bai several times was certainly no omnipotent god. He seemed more like a mysterious Strange Creature plotting something, or perhaps helping someone else plot something. Su Bai could also readily tell that, mysterious as the strange Administrator gentleman was, his movements were restricted, as though something had imprisoned him. He even needed an ordinary human like Su Bai to do things he could not do himself.
Moreover, during this game's accusation round, the "Administrators" had not directly blinded the Players. Instead, they had chosen to block their vision with dense fog.
To the novice Players, that seemed like something to