"Only six slots to pass the game, even with so many of us?" someone exclaimed.
If what the voice from the collar said was true, then losing the qualification to play meant death, didn't it?
There were still twenty players on the ship.
If only six people could survive in the end, then the remaining fourteen would have to die!
This mission was enough to shatter the fragile trust that had only just been established between the other two teams due to Barton's coercion.
"Idiots! Task One is the key! There's no water or food on the ship now. If we don't solve this, forget about six survivors—all of us will starve to death, unless you're willing to eat 'rice meat' and drink 'red water'!"
Some astute people realized that if Task One wasn't solved, Task Two wouldn't even matter.
Murmurs of dissatisfaction arose from the crowd in the cabins and on deck.
...
THUD THUD THUD.
