Survival for all, my island is the last pure land on earth.

As Jin Xiaoman's figure disappeared into the distance, the girl could no longer hold back her grievances and squatted on the ground, bursting into tears: "Why, why does everyone hate me!"

She cried so hard that the remaining messengers also started whimpering and shedding small pearls.

The sounds of crying rose and fell around Lao Baigan's ears. He walked over, clutching his chest, which was a little palpitating from the noise. He gestured on the girl's back for a long time, but couldn't find a place to touch her. He could only pat her head and say, "Think of it this way: the treatment you have now is something I got by begging and pleading."

"What do you mean?"

"It means that it's better to live a miserable life than to die a good death."

"Kid, you have no idea how easy it is to die at the hands of someone with so much money, and how hard it is to live off her."

Old Baiqian stood up, picked up a wooden stick and pretended it was a sniper rifle, recreating the scene when Jin Xiaoman tried to kill him: "You guys haven't seen how ruthless she is at killing people. The way she looked at me back then was so cold, her movements were so swift, and her attacks were so vicious."

"That sniper rifle of hers is really weird; it can kill several kids with one shot, and they don't even make a sound when they die."

"Have you heard of Wu Song fighting the tiger? Now that the version has been updated, you can fight mutated beasts with plenty of money. One punch and those that don't run away are dead."

The girl's thoughts were successfully swayed: "Is she really that scary?"

"Ugh, she was really fierce, and she was also very wicked. She clearly wanted to kill me, but she insisted on letting me go. Luckily, I was quick-witted and saw through her trick. I slid in and knelt down in front of her, begging her to spare my life."

One boy, who looked like he had just come of age, said, "You're so smart. If it were me, I would have really thought they were letting me go."

Lao Baigan: "It's not entirely because she's smart. It's mainly because I've been in the underworld for many years. I could tell from her eyes that she was clearly disgusted."

Jin Xiaoman, who had just returned from the trap, happened to see Lao Baiqian vividly recounting his narrow escape to several messengers. She immediately became interested and raised her hand to signal Eloun to keep quiet.

The messenger below the tree, unaware that there were more people up in the tree, continued with the same conversation.

The girl sniffed: "Boss Manman must know something, otherwise she wouldn't have killed all the 'messengers of God' in the 888 section, nor would she hate us so much."

After a moment of silence, the boy said, "She must know we hunt down ordinary players."

Girl: "Maybe they also know why we hunt down ordinary players."

Old Baiqian shook his head: "She probably doesn't know everything. Based on my observations of her, and considering that she killed all the envoys in Division 888, I deduce that she knows we can turn ordinary players into puppets, but she definitely doesn't know that our ultimate goal in killing ordinary players is to obtain the World Shadow Fragment."

At this point, the girl burst into tears again: "So why didn't you tell me about this before I became an envoy? If I had known, I would never have chosen to become an envoy. If my sister knew I had become a bad guy, she would definitely beat me up."

Boy: "Yeah, even if I don't kill regular players, I get a random deduction of one point from each of my three stats every week. The potions I get from treasure chests can't keep up with the rate at which they're being deducted."

"I can never get rid of this identity, and I really regret it."

Girl: "Sister Sunflower said that for us in this situation, death is the only way to be reborn. So, Fatty, I'm not afraid of death. I'm only afraid of living like this, which is worse than death."

The good wasn't thorough enough, the bad wasn't decisive enough; all that remained was the passive, agonizing, day-to-day suffering.

Lao Baigan didn't know how to comfort these kids who had always adhered to their moral bottom line. He was too smooth. Faced with such intense sincerity, he felt as if he had been stripped naked and stood in the sun, feeling ashamed and helpless.

For the first time in his life, he didn't know what to say, and for a moment, the area under the tree fell into a deathly silence.

Seeing that Jin Xiaoman's complexion was not right, Eloun was a little worried and gently touched Jin Xiaoman with her tentacle: "Xiaoman, are you alright?"

Jin Xiaoman grasped Elon's tentacle again: "They just said that killing ordinary players can drop World Shadow Fragments?"

"That seems to be the meaning."

"So their main motive for killing was the fragments of the World's Shadow?"

Eloun: "Hmm."

Why?

"What?"

Jin Xiaoman's mind was in a mess. She leaned against the tree trunk and sat down, her mind still reeling from the truth she had just heard.

In the survival game on the deserted island, God set up the position of "God's Messenger" for unknown purposes. However, as a reward, God gave the messengers an opportunity: if they could obtain ten fragments of the World Shadow, they could escape this dangerous game and return directly to Earth.

This is clearly a good thing, so why make obtaining World Shadow Fragments a method of slaughtering one's own kind, and even establish a punishment system after some messengers refused to do so?

Jin Xiaoman couldn't understand why the God Team Blue Star would be so malicious.

This is no longer a simple, impulsive teasing; it's blatant manipulation.

So, those who are injured on both sides are all the people of their Blue Star, while He only needs to sit high on His divine throne and watch this farce unfold according to His will.

Jin Xiaoman looked up at the sky. She had always thought that God disliked her because she had killed His messenger, but now it seemed that she had simply ruined His enjoyment of the show.

In His view, an ant dared to try to stop His drama, and it certainly deserved to be taught a lesson.

In an instant, many thoughts flashed through Jin Xiaoman's mind. A terrifying idea vaguely arose in her mind: even if one day she had the ability to kill all the "messengers of God", some things might not end there.

However, after eavesdropping on the whole thing, she managed to find some good news amidst the hardship.

That is, she knows how to exploit a bug to extract information from the "messenger of God"—as long as the "messenger of God" believes that everyone present is one of their own, they can communicate without restraint, and she only needs to find a place to hide and eavesdrop.

Composing herself, Jin Xiaoman jumped down from the tree, pretending to have just returned from the other side of the battlefield, and asked, "What's the situation now?"

Her gaze swept over the eight people who had been left behind. Each of them had different wounds. They were hunched over, their eyes were cautious, and they dared not make eye contact. They were filled with a sense of unease. One glance was enough to tell that they had been living a very difficult life.

Just as Jin Xiaoman was about to sit down, Lao Baigan rushed over and placed his coat on the ground.

Eloun: "....."

The cunning fat man from Earth.

Old Bai Gan: "Boss, it's like this. I communicated with those three idiots as you requested, and guess what? You were right. Sure enough, one of the messengers was unwilling to harm ordinary players and preferred to get hurt himself."

He waved his hand: "You have no idea how miserable these poor little guys are. Come and see the boss."

Eloin glanced sideways at Lao Bai's fawning manner and felt a bit disgusted. How could someone make such a noise when they were talking?

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