Luck's expression slightly changed, as if his teammates... were no more?
He continued to take a bottle of Hidden Potion for himself, his presence becoming even less noticeable, and used his Spiritual Power to sense the earth, constantly searching.
When half an hour later, Luck found the teammate from his memories in a cave, he immediately fell into silence.
In front of him was a middle-aged man, but he was no longer a lively middle-aged man; instead, he was a twisted entity.
Luck silently flipped through his clothes, almost all of his belongings had been looted, leaving nothing for him.
Luck extended a hand to touch the pair of knees placed beside his occiput, the cold and stiff sensation indicated he had been dead for over two hours.
And the data their team collected from the various Rule Zones was also gone, even the rules of this Night Town were taken by an unknown person.
Luck turned around and left, casually finding a tree to lean against, sitting quietly and waiting.
