"You animals!"
Ghost Eye's eyes instantly reddened.
This was a question he had buried deep in his heart, explaining it away as a peculiarity of the Player Race's physiology.
At last, its answer was revealed.
It wasn't that the Player Race could endure hunger. They had a fucking special way of hiding food.
He could imagine exactly what had happened back then.
On those unbearable nights when they were bruised and starving, these Player Race animals had secretly feasted in their rooms, then tortured them the same way again the next day.
They had been so hungry back then that they had wanted to gnaw on tree bark.
No matter how much time passed, that feeling remained fresh in his memory.
Going without food for so long had even given him stomach cramps, with stabbing pains striking intermittently during training.
Even his saliva had nearly dried up. Every time he swallowed, his throat burned as though scraped with sandpaper.
Every time he entered the dining hall, he felt like a wild beast, but his pride made him grit his teeth and persevere. However strong the temptation of food, he had to hold out.
Back then, he had clung to one thought.
If those Player Race animals could do it, why couldn't we Four-Eyed Race trainees?
Even if they starved to death, they refused to give up.
Their refusal to bow their heads and admit defeat had driven them to keep going.
He had never imagined that the answer would be ten thousand times crueler than the explanation he had invented back then.
"You animals." At that moment, Ghost Eye trembled uncontrollably.
The other trainees who had come through the Phase One Training Camp with him also wore furious expressions. They weren't stupid. The moment Li Zheng took out food, they