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Jiro Sato is now filled with regret.

Even if today's work has already exceeded the target, can't... can't we voluntarily work overtime?!

All he wants now is to go back an hour and knock himself unconscious as he emerged from the cave.

"I...I don't know what you're talking about..." he stammered, trying to play dumb, "I'm just...a level 2 piece of trash..."

"They're too powerful, I can't do anything at all! I'm just a burden!"

"It's not a difficult thing."

Morrison interrupted Jiro Sato's performance with a blank expression.

"Within five days, the Naga will split into ten teams and launch two waves of surprise attacks."

"Your task is simple," Morrison said, his gaze fixed on him, "to work from the inside and outside to expose the location of any squad."

"besides,"

He took out a gold bottle from his pocket, engraved with serpentine patterns:

"On the day they attack, find an opportunity to put this into their drinking water."

The golden bottle was handed to Jiro Sato.

Jiro Sato stared at the bottle as if it were a live venomous snake, and for a moment he dared not reach out to take it.

"This...this is..."

"You don't need to know," Morrison said, sounding a little impatient.

Jiro Sato looked up hopefully, intending to struggle a little:

"Mr. Morrison... perhaps... perhaps the contestants can cooperate, without having to fight to the death? The Chinese contestant, he..."

Morrison scrutinized him for a long time, with the expression of an entomologist examining a specimen.

Then he smiled.

"Perhaps you need to go back and carefully consider Sakura's position, Sato-kun."

Jiro Sato's heart skipped a beat.

position?

Those important figures, their smiles always more obsequious than anyone else's, their bowing and scraping—you could practically smell their servility through the screen.

I have no right to refuse.

At least not now.

"I...understand." He lowered his head and bowed deeply. "I will complete the task you assigned me well."

As he listened to Morrison's footsteps fade into the distance, Jiro Sato remained bowed for a long time without moving until the sound completely disappeared before slowly straightening up.

He looked at the bottle in his hand, a suppressed anger appearing on his face.

It's happening again...

They toiled like oxen and horses on Earth, and now they risk their lives in the [Ocean Era].

Those arrogant demons never considered how hard his life was as an ordinary person, or how many evolution points he had earned.

"For our common good..."

That sounds nice,

But your common interests are not my interests!

I'm just an ordinary person who wants to live!

Just wait, I will tell Renyi all these plans exactly as they are. After that, I will no longer be a dispensable prisoner, but an "one of our own" who has pledged allegiance and taken sides!

Perhaps...

Perhaps this is his chance to change his fate as cannon fodder.

Jiro Sato carefully tucked the small golden bottle into his pocket—

This is important evidence.

Then he turned around and ran back impatiently, not caring which direction he went, just to get away from here first. When the time came, would he speak in a light tone or a heavy tone?

Let's be more honest!

By the way, it's better to bring out the evidence first before starting this topic, to avoid any misunderstandings...

"Okay! Let's do it this way!"

He encouraged himself and quickened his pace.

But just after he took two steps, a sudden, unannounced feeling of palpitation gripped his heart.

At almost the same time,

The power of the sequence within him was activated by this death-defying fear!

"Whoosh—"

A semi-transparent salt crystal shield rapidly condensed and formed on his chest.

However, it was too late.

"puff."

A faint, almost inaudible thud.

He felt a chill in his chest.

A tiny hole appeared in the center of the newly formed salt shield.

No severe pain...

Only the feeling of powerlessness that quickly detaches from the body.

He wanted to turn back.

He wanted to see who had attacked him, but his neck felt like a rusted gear, and he couldn't move it.

My vision began to blur, and my strength and warmth seemed to be draining away through the small hole in my chest.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Unexpectedly, at this critical moment, he felt neither anger nor resentment, only a series of regrets flashing through his mind.

...I really shouldn't have run out on my own initiative; I should have just stayed in the cave...

...You should have just pretended to be clueless from the start...

...I really shouldn't have been chosen for this game...

Ah, perhaps I shouldn't have been born in the first place...

"boom--"

Jiro Sato's body fell heavily onto the fallen leaves and remained silent.

Beside the tree behind,

Morrison's figure reappeared.

He retrieved the dark gold needle that had fallen to the ground and put it back on his arm armor. He also took back the small golden bottle. Without even glancing at the corpse on the ground, he dragged it to a pit trap and threw it in.

"Can't even do the most basic disguise well, truly useless."

"Next time, let someone more obedient come in."

Morrison seemed to be talking to himself, or perhaps to someone else.

After watching several sharp spikes pierce the corpse beyond recognition, he put on a hood and disappeared back into the deepening night.

......

When Renyi and the others returned to the ground, they were greeted by an intense, impenetrable night.

I'm hungry.

Ivan rubbed his stomach and strode toward the burrow to prepare to start a fire.

Without saying a word, Ren Yi carefully placed the two pieces of ore he had pried off the pool wall.

"Huh? Where is everyone?"

Ivan's loud voice boomed from inside the cave, "Where did Little Sakura go?"

"There's none in the tree," Klaus's voice came from mid-air.

The group arrived at the spot where Jiro Sato had been standing.

There were only a few empty buckets and a small half-full bucket of salt there; this was the result of his work that day.

"Did that kid run away while we were gone?"

That being said, Jiro Sato was very afraid of his life and would never run away unless he found a stronger patron.

"Split up and search, but don't go too far."

The four dispersed from the camp, and Aurora soon found footprints at the edge of the woods to the east.

On the partially exposed soil,

Several clear footprints pointed into the woods. The footprints were somewhat messy, indicating that the owner of the footprints was in a state of panic.

"...Is this a trap?"

Klaus frowned. "This is where we set our trap. What's he doing going there?"

The footprints looked more like bait, deliberately meant to lure them over.

"I think we should wait until dawn to talk about it."

Klaus's analysis was sound, but Renyi didn't think so.

Sometimes, the traps set by the enemy are equivalent to intelligence; if you pick up a bit of soil and rub it, it's new.

The disappearance of a prisoner is not of great value.

But behind this disappearance may be the enemy deliberately baring their fangs, an opportunity to break the current stalemate.

He stood up casually and calmly gazed into the darkness:

"I need this intelligence."