章節 188: A Speculation

"Are you injured anywhere else?" Usagi held a handkerchief that Jacob handed her and wrapped it around his wounded leg while checking other parts of his body.

"Just that wound, it's not a big deal, so you don't have to worry." Jacob widened his eyes and, after regaining his composure, stood up from the ground, looked around, and said, "There's a possibility that we'll be chosen in the upcoming rounds, so it's better to keep moving."

Usagi remembered the number of players. She knew that with the deaths caused by the players themselves, it was evident that everyone would have their active vest at least once. Holding the shotgun given to her by Jacob, she followed closely behind him.

"Ahhhh!"

The screams, carried by the echo to their direction, were filled with pain, as if their lives were escaping in that roar of agony.

"[Master, the chances of being chosen again are very low, but that possibility is not ruled out!]"

"Can corpses still have the bomb even when dead?" That's a question Jacob had been asking himself. In a huge arena with players killing without any problem, the number of survivors must definitely be fewer than the number of vests that would be activated.

"What do you mean?" Usagi couldn't understand exactly what Jacob was referring to. After walking a certain distance, they both stopped and hid after seeing a fight in the distance.

While that group of people fought, Jacob looked at Usagi and whispered, "Considering that the number of activated vests corresponds to the round level, in this round, 22 people will die."

"Yes, we know that, but are you saying that if the number of vests to be activated in round 12 is greater than the players remaining alive, could we pass the bomb to the corpses?"

Jacob nodded upon hearing Usagi's words and said, "This game is very interesting, and the chances of it being fair are higher, I can feel it. If we were already chosen as bomb carriers, we won't be chosen again."

"However, if the number of players is fewer than the number of vests to be activated, could we pass the bomb to the dead people who didn't die because of the vest? It's hard to know for sure, but it's certain that there's a possibility of carrying the bomb again."

"That's possible..." Usagi was truly lost in her thoughts.

The assumption that Jacob arrived at is certainly probable, although it involves playing with probabilities. It's true that these trials shouldn't be deadly, although the number of survivors may be low, the goal is always to win if you have the required skills.

This game is closely related to terrorism, something that soldiers face on the battlefield. Taking all that into account, Jacob believed that this bomb vest game was closely related to the creator. This large battlefield, the ongoing fight, and the duration of the game are extremely similar to a conflict zone.

So if the dead bodies that didn't die by the vest are lying around, eventually the vests of all the remaining survivors in the arena will be activated, and the remaining corpses could be the key to their survival.

"We have to find the corpses... At least two, one for you and one for me." Jacob seemed restless when he reached this kind of thought.

"[Master, you were spotted by one of the players with an activated vest!]"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

At the same time as the warning from his intelligent assistant, Jacob lowered his head and signaled to Usagi to take cover before returning fire. "Don't mess with me!"

...

"Please, you don't have the activated vest, and neither do I. Don't kill me!"

In the darkness of an apparently deserted area, filled with silence and darkness, a man dressed in black advanced with complete silence and an expressionless face. If there was something that instilled fear in others, it would be the scars on his shaved head that extended to his left forehead, which, combined with his blind left eye, added a sense of hardness to his expression. His cold and ruthless gaze showed no trace of empathy or remorse as he stepped on the corpses of the people he had already killed.

The lifeless bodies lay scattered around him, silent witnesses to his relentless brutality. But the most curious thing of all was that none of them had the bomb vest activated; none should have been killed, especially not by a man who shouldn't need to pass the bomb in this round.

"You're a damn demon, you damn son of a bitch!" One of the people who were still alive lifted his terror-stricken face and looked at the person who had killed his entire group.

The deformed faces of the corpses reflected the terror and suffering they had experienced before their lives were mercilessly taken away.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, please let me live!"

The man in black ignored the desperate pleas of the last remaining player in front of him. There was no room for mercy in his heart, hardened by years of violence and bloodshed. Without a word, he raised his weapon and fired again and again, sealing the fate of that individual with each precise shot.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of gunshots echoed in the air, accompanied by the agonizing moans of the witnesses who had observed the scene in the darkness.

"Now, run!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

However, those who were hiding were killed by the swift reaction of the man dressed in black. "Don't shoot me!"

Their pleas and laments fell on deaf ears, as the indifference of the man in black was absolute. His objective was to eliminate any trace of his act, ensuring that this place would become a silent tomb.

With methodical efficiency, the man holstered his weapon and ventured into the darkness, dragging the corpses one by one towards a hidden area. His movements were stealthy and calculated, as if he had performed this task countless times before. He left no trace behind, making sure to erase any evidence that hidden corpses were present in this place.

The terrain was filled with an aura of death and violence as the man in black continued his macabre task. Each dragged body represented a life lost, a story cut short amidst the brutality of this deadly game. Cruelty and desperation permeated the air, creating a chilling contrast with the unwavering tranquility of the man in black.

In that dark corner, amidst death and horror, indifference and coldness reigned. After finishing hiding the corpses, the man in black continued walking towards the area where more players were.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

"[Seventh round completed, congratulations to the players who have survived this round!]"

"[The eighth round is about to begin, six vests of the players will be randomly activated!]"