Silently waiting for explanation.
The exoskeleton armor on the man began to squirm.
Like sucking milk.
The spikes protruding from the bone armor grew into the triangular monster at his feet.
The sound of sucking was as if the bone armor on the body was alive and was greedily devouring the flowing liquid.
“It’s delicious and very strong...”
"Is it right?"
In the crystal ball, the old man suddenly changed the topic and glanced at the armor on the commander's body vaguely.
His expression froze.
The commander who was about to reply to the military district's message looked at the old man strangely.
The expression is unnatural.
That's right.
The transformation ability given to him by the underground city plan is indeed very strong.
The bone armor on his body is neither equipment nor props.
Therefore, he is not restricted by the system, providing him with additional combat power.
Otherwise, he actually has no confidence that he can defeat an Arbitrator (Triangle) by himself.
The triangular monster that had just decomposed under its feet still maintained its tenacious vitality, but it gradually shrank due to the absorption of bone spurs.
Silent struggling, twitching.
The liquid-like object that he ate into his body actually made him feel happy.
Essentially...
He was eating the monster alive.
Maybe deep down in his heart, there was always a voice telling him that he was no different from a monster by doing this.
resist.
The commander was silent and subconsciously covered the protruding bone spurs, not intending to answer the question.
Hoarseness:
"We need... an explanation."
"Or...what to do."
The military group in the trial tower kept asking him questions.
There was not long until the next alarm, and he had to come up with a feasible plan.
And hope lies in the old man in front of him.
The old man didn't reply for a long time, as if he was deep in thought.
The commander opened his mouth and subconsciously added:
"It's not that we don't believe you."
"only..."
Halfway through the words, I didn’t know what to say.
The man's origin is too mysterious, and there is a lot of information about the end of the world.
Even if the commander is a military representative, he only knows part of the old man's information.
This being is suspected to be a survivor from the last doomsday game.
The senior management trusts the old man very much.
The dark blue shadow in the crystal ball smiled indifferently upon hearing the sound, with a hidden emotion flashing in his eyes.
"It's nothing actually."
"What happened to the trial tower was something I didn't expect."
"But the impact is not huge."
As he spoke, he sighed and recalled memories, his mental body flashing at high speed:
"The trial tower I participated in before was actually similar to this one."
"It's not that difficult, but speaking of..."
"Essentially, it is to constantly push the potential of the trialists and seek to break through the restrictions of the genetic lock."
"The sudden change in difficulty may be due to the early activation."
Just explain it to yourself.
The old man pretended to be relaxed and slowed down:
"Maybe it's a good thing..."
"The higher the difficulty, the greater the reward."
"We may be able to get a lot more third-level ones this time."
Holding the crystal ball, the commander frowned, but did not relax his vigilance because of the old man's relief.
He couldn't help but ask:
"Okay, that's it."
"What do you think should be done next?"
"Choose...which way?"
Looking at the three rules, he felt a chill in his heart.
Time is running out.
The old man saw the worry in the commander's heart and said without hesitation:
"Kill the other awakened ones!"
"This is the most correct option!"
"Kill enough five to get a promotion to the third level! It's so worth it!"
Slightly excited.
"Even if the opponent has points, it's enough for us to kill two or three people!"
Without giving the commander time to think, the old man spoke quickly and added one after another:
"I know you're going to ask, why don't we choose options two or three?"
"Or maybe all three paths can go in parallel at the same time."
"It's really not good to kill someone of the same kind."
The commander nodded subconsciously, this was indeed what he wanted to ask.
The old man put away his smile, looked solemn, and spoke in a low voice:
"Give up your illusions!"
"You should know very well."
"The tasks given by the doomsday system usually have a way to survive, rather than a certain death option."
"This rule applies to all situations!"
"In other words, the easiest way to survive is also the most suitable for you!"
After a pause, the old man suddenly raised his head and said:
"Don't question that!"
“Don’t think other options would be better.”
"Among the three options, if you think about it carefully, is it the easiest to kill the Awakened One?"
"If we choose to kill monsters and gain points, how many people do you think we will die?"
"Not to mention that you are unwilling to kill other people, so will the awakened ones in other war zones just not do it?"
A scoff.
The old man turned his head and looked towards the distance where the fog dissipated. It was a pointed tower top that looked like a church.
"Prisoner's Dilemma."
"Any war zone that tries not to attack humans will eventually become the prey of other war zones!"
"As long as there is a war zone with the idea of hunting humans, everyone will be forced to do so!"
"If you don't kill, others will!"
Very simple reason.
You gain points by killing people, and you can also gain points by killing monsters from the other party.
Even if they abide by pedantic morals, in the end they are nothing more than moving fat.
The commander did not refute. With his intelligence, he certainly thought of this.
It's just that he is more afraid of another possibility.
if...
Not just war zone versus war zone?
The punishment is so terrible and the reward is so tempting.
They have ten thousand reasons to kill their companions.
In a daze, the commander asked reluctantly:
"How about going to the next level? The points will be very high if you do that..."
"Maybe there are other benefits..."
The words are not finished yet.
The old man snorted softly and looked impatient:
"I've made it very clear! If there are three ways to survive in front of you, choose the easiest one!"
"Don't imagine that you can complete more difficult tasks."
"I have seen too many self-righteous fools who think they are the chosen one!"
"You are lucky to be alive!"
"The so-called death is inevitable, but the success rate is also very slim!"
His expression was a bit gloomy, as if he was giving advice from the bottom of his heart:
"The doomsday system is essentially a cruel "evil god"! It likes to see us struggling in death!"
"The so-called test of strength..."
Smiling lightly, the old man proudly gave his guess about the strength test:
"If you want stronger power, you must have enough awareness!"
"You must have the belief to sacrifice everything, at any cost!"
"Power? Where does power come from? Where does strength come from?"
"Isn't it essentially plundering, eating the corpses of other creatures, and strengthening yourself?"
"What's the point of killing other war zones? Think of our Chinese war zones and the countless survivors who are suffering!"
My heart skipped a beat.
Seeing that the commander was persuaded by him, the old man nodded secretly and said directly:
"There's one more thing that actually proves what I said is right!"
"After the alarm is raised, there will be a brief safety period."
"This safe time is used to find other teams!"
"Otherwise, why do you think the trials are divided into group trials? And they are kind enough to give you some breathing time?"
"If you want power, how can you do it without paying some price?"
The commander didn't speak for a long time after hearing this.
The solution given by the other party is actually nothing special.
But it was true as he said, he couldn't find an excuse to refute it.
After hesitating for a moment.
He looked stern and made up his mind.
Without hesitation, he sent a message to the military:
"Avoid monsters and hunt down other awakened ones with all your strength!"
Since you are planning to do this, then do it simply.
While other theaters may still be hesitant and less vigilant.
As they have the most awakened people, they will definitely have the advantage!
....
In a dirty and dark bathroom partition.
Zhang Tie touched his forehead and pulled the charred corpse hanging from the ceiling with his big hands like cattail leaf fans.
It feels stiff, like touching fried dried yellow croaker.
"Captain Lin, why is hunting the Awakened a trap?"
