Silence filled the air. The spectators watched on with varied expressions - Seol Jihu’s comrades with stiff faces, the 32 minority members with nervousness, and the 78 majority members with curiosity.

The majority’s silence could be seen as a tacit agreement of Audrey Basler’s words. Although they weren’t agreeing with her openly, what she said must have caught their interest.

That was simply how the human psyche worked. The moment they were directly involved in a problem, the fairness of the situation no longer mattered. Only gains and losses were important.

“Don’t think too badly of me.”

Audrey Basler knew this too well.

“Ask them if you want…. Ah! Of course, they might feel disgusted since they have to give up their rewards, but deep inside, I’m sure they’re happy to have a chance of survival.”

She said whatever she wanted….

“Anyways, talk among yourselves and come to a decision.”

And came up with the terms of agreement herself.

Seol Jihu stared at her intently. Snake Eyes smiled ferociously, and asked, “What’s up with those eyes?”

“….”

“Why are you glaring at me like that?”

“…The 78 people from the majority side and the 32 people from the minority side need a symbiotic relationship.” Seol Jihu finally opened his mouth. “With one side missing, the other side cannot conquer the Stage.”

“Mm~”

Basler dragged out the end of her sentence and smiled with her eyes. An ominous feeling welled up inside Seol Jihu, and his mood quickly sunk. He wasn’t sure if Basler was doing this on purpose or if this was just her personality. Regardless, she really seemed to be a borne provocateur.

“Really?”

Seol Jihu was about to ask, ‘What do you mean?’ However, his complexion quickly stiffened. He realized the cause of his previous ominous feeling.

What came next wasn’t something that should be said in this place. However, Audrey Basler’s mouth didn’t stop.

“You might find out… tomorrow morning.”

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