Arthur sighed deeply while staring at the busy village.

"I don’t know what’s going on anymore."

He couldn't understand it. Even if Gilberto managed to defeat the failures, a more terrifying challenge was waiting for him. It was a challenge that he could only do once, and failure meant death.

"I was planning on giving up when I heard about how I only have a one percent chance of succeeding…” Gilberto trailed off and looked at the ground.

‘Planning?’ Arthur asked carefully, “Father… are you doing this because the village chief looked down on you? That’s not it, right?”

‘One, two…’ Gilberto was inwardly counting the ants on the ground, but he eventually spoke, "Arthur, they provoked me—”

"Wait, really? Wow!" Arthur facepalmed and scoffed. "Was that really the reason? That was such a dumb move, Father! I’m sure the people back on Earth won’t believe it if I told them that you’ve risked your life because you were looked down on.”

The Gray Envoy—Gilberto Green—was the epitome of composure, but to think that he could be so immature. Arthur was right. The people back on Earth would never believe it, even if Arthur told them about it.

"Arthur…" Gilberto looked up and smiled slightly before speaking, "Sometimes, a Player must throw away everything they have to uphold their pride.”

"…I'm sorry, but that’s not cool at all."

"Hm…" Gilberto looked down and resumed counting the ants on the gro...