After a long, dark night submerged in utter terror, I struggled to open my eyes and woke up inside the cramped tent. The first sensation that drifted through my mind was a relief so intense it made me shudder. Fortunately, the Wolves did not target me last night. I was still alive.However, the joy was short-lived. The moment I lifted the tent flap and stepped outside, the suffocating stench of death instantly hit my nostrils. Amidst the eerie silence of the early morning, I suddenly heard a helpless, furious growl echoing from a distance: -"Why?! Why him?!"
My heart tightened as I hurriedly quickened my pace toward the source of the sound. Right before my eyes at that moment was a cold corpse lying motionless on the ground of the open clearing. It was Guang Jun Ning from tent number 8. If my memory served me right, he was the ultimate ally of Zhou Jing Nian - Seat Number 2.
At this moment, Zhou Jing Nian stood frozen before Guang Jun Ning's deformed corpse. His hands clenched into fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white, his entire body trembling violently with rage and agony. Helplessness was etched all over the face of the one who had just lost his only anchor in this twisted game.
Before we could fully process the shock, the eccentric Game Master appeared out of nowhere right next to us like a phantom. Flashing his familiar, mocking smirk, he quickly dragged the unfortunate ally's corpse away, leaving a long, cold trail of blood on the ground.
And just like that, the massacre continued. We have lost yet another person...