Delta: Who are you saying has suffered a loss of strength?

The melodious whistling grew louder, the ravens drew closer, and yellow smoke drifted throughout the administrative district.

The three members of the samurai sword squad continued to walk slowly and quietly along the wall, afraid of making the slightest noise and attracting the attention of the prisoners.

Just as the three were in a tense moment, Takahashi suddenly spoke up.

"Captain! What's going on?" Takahashi shouted.

The corridor was quiet, making his shout sound particularly jarring.

Shimada quickly turned around and glared at him, but Takahashi didn't look at him.

Takahashi's eyes were fixed on the front of the corridor, on that corner.

The whistling sound came from over there, intermittent and echoing in the corridor.

The pain from the wound, excessive blood loss, large amounts of medication, and the breakdown in his mental state made it impossible for Takahashi to suppress his emotions and voice.

"The ravens are just ahead." Takahashi's voice trembled. "Where's the warden? Why hasn't he come out yet?"

Shimada reached out and pressed his shoulder, trying to calm him down.

Takahashi ignored him, his voice growing louder. "Didn't you say we'd win if we just took on Operation Crow Hunter? Why? Why is this happening?"

His blood rushed to his eyeballs, his eyes began to turn red, his pupils shrank very small, and the whites of his eyes were full of blood vessels.

His breathing became rapid, his chest rising and falling like the sound of a bellows.

Fear and pain overwhelmed him, and he could no longer remain calm.

The melodious whistling that lingered in his ears became the last straw that broke his back.

"Calm down! Takahashi! Calm down!" Shimada pressed down on his shoulders, trying to keep him still. Takahashi's shoulders were shaking violently, his muscles as hard as stone.

"Aaaaaah!" Takahashi suddenly screamed, her voice shrill and piercing, "No! I don't want to die! No! I won't!"

Takahashi began firing indiscriminately at the open space, the gun he was holding. Bullets hit the walls, the ground, and the pipes overhead, echoing throughout the corridor.

"Oh no!" Shimada gritted his teeth, crouched down, and grabbed Takahashi's waist, trying to control him. He wrapped his arms around Takahashi's waist and pulled him back, but he couldn't hold him down.

He didn't understand how Takahashi, who had been shot twice in the leg and lost so much blood, could be so strong now. He was like an ox, impossible to pull away from.

Shimada cursed inwardly, thinking, "This is bad."

Dangerous zones have been a symbol of danger ever since they appeared in the player world.

Logically, after a person dies in a dangerous area, they should respawn in the player world. An infinite respawn system, with each respawn increasing, should gradually diminish the fear of death for everyone.

The reality is quite the opposite. Regardless of how players resurrect, as the number of times they enter the danger zone increases, people's fear of death gradually rises within the danger zone.

They knew that if they died in a dangerous area, they would be resurrected in the player world, but they were still afraid of dying.

Even when faced with the prospect of being lost and never being able to return to the player world, some people are even unable to commit suicide due to fear.

Such tragedies occurred frequently in the beginning.

This is also one of the important reasons why various countries restrict casual individuals from frequently entering dangerous worlds.

Such intense survival instincts, stemming from injuries or despair in dangerous areas, often manifest as an unusually strong will to survive, sometimes even leading to madness.

As the squad leader of the Samurai Sword Club, one of the world's top six clubs, Shimada naturally understood these principles.

Given Takahashi's current situation, the best solution is to give him a bullet and send him back to the player world to respawn.

However, to Shimada's surprise, why did Takahashi possess such great power?

Now, the crazed Takahashi was shooting in all directions and twisting back and forth, causing Shimada, who was crouching down and hugging Takahashi's waist, to lose his balance.

Takahashi's body twisted and swayed, like a fish thrown ashore.

Shimada held onto his waist, and was swayed from side to side, losing his footing and almost falling several times.

"Aaaaaah! Go to hell! Go to hell!!"

Ding ding ding ding!

A deafening barrage of fire exploded above Shimada's head.

But what followed was a crisp metallic clanging sound.

boom! !

With a heavy thud, Shimada felt a tremendous force strike him, and Takahashi, whom he was holding, was sent flying backward, breaking free of his embrace.

Shimada flew to the ground, rolled twice, struggled, twisted his limbs, and tried to get up.

A shadow loomed over him, large and wide, blocking out all the lights in the corridor.

Shimada looked up and saw a shield, silver-gray, ridiculously large.

That was a shield bearer holding a large shield.

Just now, Takahashi was sent flying by this shield soldier's shield.

"What are you doing?" a cold voice rang out from behind him.

"In this situation, don't you know what to do?" the warden asked.

Shimada stood there stunned for a long time before he came to his senses.

"I know! Your Excellency Warden! I know!" Shimada bowed his head, almost kneeling, and nodded repeatedly in response.

"You took my mission, so it's not convenient for me to intervene. Besides, these are your own team members, your own brothers."

A bison-shaped assault rifle was shoved from the shield bearer beside him into Shimada's hands.

The melodious whistling still lingered in my ears, but now it wasn't so jarring; instead, it felt refreshing and soothing.

"Yes!" Shimada's hair was soaked, and sweat made it stick to his head.

Shimada felt that this day had been absolutely terrible.

He picked up his gun and walked towards his team member, Takahashi.

Takahashi looked up at him.

His eyes were still red, but there was something new in them. It was fear, it was pleading, it was the look in his eyes when he knew he was going to die.

His mouth was moving, as if he wanted to say something, but his throat was hoarse, and he could only make some breathy sounds.

Shimada was unaware and unable to feel that his heartbeat had reached the limit of his body.

My blood pressure was about to burst through my head.

He can't feel anything right now.

He felt that everything was absolutely terrible.

Ah...the whistle, how beautiful!

But since they were his teammates, he felt he should show an expression that made him feel guilty.

But to outsiders, the moment he took the Bison assault rifle and looked up...

His expression turned manic, his mouth stretched upwards so wide it almost reached behind his ears.

His teeth rubbed violently against each other, and he made a strange, gurgling laugh.

"Hehehehe... Takahashi, hahahaha!"

"Don't blame me, hehehehehe..."

"Die! Die!"

"It's all your fault! Go to hell!"

"Then die! Aaaaaah!"

A full magazine of 64 9x19 bullets hit Takahashi, causing him to bounce back and forth.

With melodious whistles as the conductor, the roar of assault rifles as the main melody, and chilling laughter as the accompaniment, Takahashi "dances" on the ground.

Soon after, the area was covered in blood and gore as Shimada personally executed Takahashi.

"Your Excellency Warden, I've completed my mission! Hehehehehehe!"

Shimada, covered in blood, handed the gun back to the shield bearer.

A strange, blissful smile still lingered on his face.