Like the congregation of players at the opening of the Eighth World, Su Ming'an stands among the stars, surrounded by other participants. Everyone stands in a ring in this starry sky. Here, they can breathe, float, and move.
To Su Ming'an's surprise, the original twenty-nine thousand or so participants have dwindled to just about two or three hundred.
"Three years have passed, many have died unexpectedly, and many have voluntarily given up on participating. The destroyers continue to hunt down the orderly ones, determined to bring their numbers to zero. That's why the numbers have reduced so much." Lu said: "It's very difficult for the orderly ones to survive."
"Are you all destroyers?"
"Both I and Yamada are. But, we probably won't win, right?" Lu said.
Destroyers can only win by killing all the orderly ones, and since Su Ming'an is an orderly one, the destroyers are destined not to win.
