Liu Yuqiang stared at the black hand clutching his neck, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.
He knew Guan Tong wasn't joking. If he didn't say anything, he would definitely die here.
'Die here?'
Liu Yuqiang had never been one to admit defeat. This was proven from the very first rule, when he chose to sacrifice his secretary's life for his own chance at survival.
But as time went on, especially after arriving at this base, he increasingly felt that living like this... wasn't much fun.
Forty-nine rules. They were just over a sixth of the way through, and the world had already become this hellscape. After a few more rules—or when they were all over—would humanity even still exist?
Five seconds passed in a flash. Liu Yuqiang's entire Essence, Qi, and Spirit seemed to wither away. He sighed and said, "Go ahead. I have nothing to say."
