He listened to the murmurs of self-reproach beside his ear.
Still sprinting at full speed, Ma Lou moved his lips, but the words stuck in his throat.
At that moment, he, too, was suffering more torment than he had ever known.
As one of the Fourth Catastrophe who prided himself on having no feelings, caring only about rewards and the thrill of grinding mobs.
Ma Lou had always thought the NPCs in the game were nothing more than highly detailed models and code.
What did a few dead knights matter?
What did starting a war between factions matter?
As long as they got their rewards and completed their quests, they would not bat an eye even if they turned the entire Wasteland upside down.
But now, listening to Kairils murmur on his back.
Ma Lou felt a crushing guilt that almost left him unable to breathe.
To say that Kairils ending up like this had nothing to do with the players would be nothing but self-deception!
It was [Ji Luo]'s tactical planning!
It was the vicious scheme Ma Lou himself had proposed!
It was Lao Lu and [God Never Laughs]'s ambush in the woods that had sparked the fight to the death between Kairils's squad and the Cultists!
Like puppet masters, they had used their overwhelming information advantage to drive this Winterhold squad, step by step, into a meat grinder from which there was no escape!
Granted, none of them had anticipated that Kairils's fleeing group would encounter another army of Cultists...
But... could they regret it?
Could they tell Kairils the truth?
Ma Lou could not help questioning himself.
If he could do it all over again, returning to the night they entered the courtyard in Graycliff Town and first met Kairils.
*Would he still choose to deceive Kairils