The empty lot was quiet. Apart from the crackling sound of the bonfire and the sound of crickets chirping, it was quiet enough to be able to hear people breathing.

A handsome young man finally broke the awkward silence.

“I have a question.”

Although he raised his hand to ask for permission like Seol Jihu, Phi Sora answered with a hard no.

“Answer my question first. You sure you’re speaking after listening to everything, right?”

“Well—”

“Yes or no. Answer clearly. Are you sure you’ve thought things through after hearing those two idiots’ conversation and my warnings?”

The young man slowly lowered his hand, scared from her cold and intense stare.

“…Yes.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!”

Phi Sora roughly wiped her face. Her impatience started to show up in her expression.

‘I’m supposed to keep as many of them alive as possible and send them to the Neutral Zone…’

Because that would increase the number of people they could get Survival Points out of. In other words, it was less a matter of responsibility and more a matter of saving face.

“You’re driving me insane. Listen, are you that eager to die? Does this situation seem like some B-rated survival movie scene to you?”

“Of course I don’t want to die. I don’t see the situation that way either.”

The young man’s words carried a peculiar confidence in it. Phi Sora clicked her tongue.

“If you’re swayed by the whole reward thing, wake up. As I said before, this stage wasn’t made for you.”

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