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The gathering team is responsible for collecting the regularly replenished supplies and bringing them back to the camp.

Because prisoners on this floor have to constantly evade the wandering, indiscriminately destructive wardens, it's difficult for them to get a good night's sleep.

Their sleep is mostly fragmented.

Sometimes I'm lucky if I can get a good hour of sleep.

The guard team needs to quickly wake up their resting comrades when the reconnaissance team notifies them of the approaching Faceless Igna.

And be ready at any time to move the remaining supplies to a safe location.

The greatest rule for the survivors on this level is to avoid arguments, not to get angry, and never to panic.

Otherwise, it would easily attract the attention of the prison warden.

Many of the prisoners who were sent to this floor early on had witnessed too many scenes of despair.

Hundreds of people can die in a single night.

For example, two people fight over supplies, which leads to an argument. They are then both locked on by the warden and are eventually brutally torn apart in despair.

Sometimes, even if you do nothing, you can still be affected by the sudden defeat of someone around you by fear.

It's also possible that they were too cold, too tired, and too hungry, so they fell into a deep sleep and were then attacked indiscriminately by the wandering prison guards.

Every second of living on this level is torture.

If people remain disorganized and disorganized, it will be like hell.

Many people, after enduring several days, ultimately chose to commit suicide.

Because suicide is better than being caught by the warden and torn to pieces alive.

They lacked the confidence to overcome their fears and saw no hope at all.

And now.

The survivors were able to coordinate and help each other.

It's a complete miracle.

Elaine was the one who orchestrated everything and brought peace of mind to all the survivors.

She had set out the rules and plans.

And they did everything in their power to encourage people to live on.

Or rather, what Elaine actually did.

It gave these people, who were trapped in despair, hope to live.

Because of their faith and their hopes, they were able to persevere for so long.

And they also believed Elaine's words—

No matter how much they struggle, as long as they live and look forward to tomorrow, they will eventually see the demons defeated and be able to leave this demon prison.

Unbeknownst to them, Elaine had become a pillar of support in their hearts.

Cornelia was first encountered by the collection team consisting of Elaine and young warriors when she first arrived at this floor.

Cornelia's appearance was mistaken by the collection team as the arrival of supplies, and coincidentally, the warden was also in the area at the time.

Due to a lack of manpower and severe physical exhaustion, the two-person collection team was extremely tired.

Cornelia's help undoubtedly gave them a huge sigh of relief.

After settling into the camp.

The middle-aged mage in the guard group asked Elaine about Cornelia's situation and quickly nodded.

This seemingly delicate red-haired girl possesses a resilience that belies her appearance, which undoubtedly inspires great confidence in others.

There were many supply boxes at the camp.

Even empty boxes can be used as great materials for floor mats or stools.

Elaine quickly inventoried the new supplies, pinched the bridge of her nose, and seemed to be trying to plan an allocation scheme in her mind.

Soon, after the plan was completed, she began to direct the young soldiers who had just returned with them to distribute the food.

Then.

Elaine finally plopped down on the box.

She looked somewhat haggard.

"Sister Elaine, how long has it been since you had a rest?"

Cornelia asked from beside her.

"Let's send the supplies to the investigation team first; their work is the most important."

Elaine's face was a little pale, but she still managed to force a smile as she answered.

"Eleanor, you must not fall down, no matter who falls down. Don't do anything foolish."

At this moment, the middle-aged monk in the guard group solemnly gave instructions.

There are no paper or pens here; all the maps and plans are in Elaine's mind.

If they lose Elaine, their group will fall into chaos.

"Let me go. Cornelia and Elaine should both get some rest."

The young soldiers who had just returned with them volunteered to deliver food supplies to the reconnaissance team.

"okay."

Elaine looked up at the middle-aged mage and then nodded seriously.

Elaine then closed her eyes.

I silently repeated the approximate estimated time to myself.

As prisoners on this floor, they have gradually lost their sense of time.

Are you still keeping track of time?

The middle-aged monk asked.

He couldn't bear to see Elaine waste her mental energy any longer.

“Yes, Uncle Ryan, this is important. If we manage to escape someday, we need to know which year and which day it will be.”

Elaine said to the middle-aged mage.

The middle-aged mage named Ryan is one of only two seventh-tier powerhouses among the current survivors on this level.

The other one is Elaine.

Even if they cooperated, they were no match for the eighth-order demon, Faceless Igner.

Even stopping it is difficult.

“I never actually fantasized about escaping someday, but I believe in you, Elaine.”

"That's what the mage Ryan said."

He quickly walked away and returned to his post.

Elaine, however, with a gentle smile and a hint of sorrow between her brows, looked at Cornelia and asked:

“Cornelia, I need to rest for a while. If you still have some energy, could you please cover for me as a guard? Uncle Ryan is actually quite tired too.”

"no problem."

"Thank you, Cornelia. You should get some rest when I wake up. You've really worked hard."

After saying that, Elaine lowered her head and fell asleep.

She had clearly been working for far too long without a break.

Cornelia looked at everyone in the camp.

Regardless of age, everyone looked somewhat weathered.

Every day on this floor is a mental ordeal.

But they survived, just like seedlings in the cold winter.

……

Several tens of minutes later.

The young soldier finally returned to the camp and immediately went to Elaine's side, trying to wake her up.

Cornelia and the mage Ryan both noticed that something was wrong with the young warrior.

The young soldier's face was pale, and his hands were trembling uncontrollably.

Just as Cornelia was about to stop him.

Elaine seemed to sense the movement and slowly opened her eyes.

"Sister Elaine, I have something to tell you."

The young warrior seemed to have made up his mind, looking at Elaine.

Elaine nodded, telling the mages Ryan and Cornelia not to stop the young warrior.

The young soldier quickly approached Elaine and whispered in her ear:

“Philos and Ida are dead.”

Elaine snapped awake, her eyes widening.

Philos and Ida are the names of the reconnaissance team on duty today.

"Wake everyone up and move to a new position immediately!"

Elaine made the decision immediately, as if it were instinct.

However, just as she was about to ask the young soldier for more details...

"They weren't killed by the warden, but poisoned. Purple blood was flowing from their seven orifices before they died, and their bodies were..."

After whispering those words in Elaine's ear, the young soldier ran off without looking back and left the camp.