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Sven and Marie arrived at the rubble of the collapsed cave. They searched the area thoroughly but were unable to find any trace of Alfius. Just as they were feeling at a loss, they heard a scream. They followed the voice and discovered the severely injured Brew and Brett. All four of them immediately raised their guards.

Brew, in particular, seemed agitated upon seeing Sven. He neglected his wounds and struggled to his feet.

"Sven? Still alive, huh?"

"I'll be alive as long as you are alive," Sven retorted.

"Tsk, still as arrogant as ever, huh, Sir Sven?"

"And you're not much better off, Prince Brew."

"Don't call me that! You bastard!"

"Cut the crap. Do you want to fight?" Sven said coldly, fully recovered and ready for a confrontation.

"Hahaha, it's pointless now, Sven. Let me tell you, this isn't our first time in this game."

"So what?" Sven asked, puzzled.

"So, we're actually here to end this farce. And just now, we found the best candidate to do that."

"Are you talking about Nash?" Sven asked, confused.

"Hahaha, that's right! It's him! We're finally starting to have an impact on this place," Brew said mysteriously.

"Are you just trying to justify your killing?" Sven retorted.

"Of course not, Sven. Let me tell you something, most of the people here aren't worth pitying, including the one behind you." Brew pointed to Marie behind Sven.

"Who knows, she might just be pretending to be weak? You're an honest man. You'd better watch your back."

As Brew pointed a finger at Marie, she looked down with a complicated expression on her face.

Expression serious, Sven countered, "I trust Marie, and this has nothing to do with you!"

Marie lifted her head again when she heard Sven's firm retort. Sven then grabbed Brew by the collar and demanded, "What's your real purpose here? Answer me! And Nash! What about him? Where's Alfius?" "You're asking too many questions at once. Which one do you want me to answer first?" Brew rolled his eyes, showing a lack of concern.

"You!"

Just as Sven was about to throw a punch, Brett caught his hand.

"Enough, Sven. We'll explain. Brew, there's no need to hide anything anymore. Let's just end this," Brett said.

Brew scoffed.

Sven pushed Brew away, who then straightened his collar before explaining.

"How does this game coincidentally have exactly 30 participants each time? Once you participate in the first round, you can never escape until you die. So, you see, there is no beating this game. "After each round, participants have to wait for new people to join. When the count reaches 30 again, the next round begins. This cycle repeats endlessly."

"W-What?!" Both Sven and Marie were shocked.

"You really didn't know? Besides you,

her, Nash, and Alfius, everyone else has been trapped in this game and enduring its torments for who knows how long. We've been searching for a way to break this cycle and have been experimenting over and over," Brew continued.

"We and Jake discovered that the game's progress relies on the accumulation of special events and points over time. So, we tried various methods and finally found that if the number of participants decreases rapidly beyond the arena's ability to detect the change, the system overloads, and a vulnerability is created."

"A vulnerability?"

"Yes. Nash Catcraft seems to have discovered this vulnerability. That's why the God of Equilibrium is so desperate to have us hunt him

down When we heard the new

we knew we were on the right track with our experiment.

"We just need Nash to keep causing disruptions until the barrier breaks! Then, we can escape!"

There was a moment of silence before Sven asked, "What about Nash, then?"

Brew replied impatiently, "How would I know? It's every man for themself now. How are we supposed to look out for others? Sir Sven, you best give up that idealistic saintly tendency of yours. "If you want to leave, you best care less about Nash. Let him stay crazy and on his path of destruction!"

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Nash's expression grew increasingly manic. He looked like nothing was going to stop him. The pearl had made him forget everything apart from destruction.

He threw punches out before him wildly, toppling a large section of the forest.

With another kick, he brought down a nearby mountain.

Amidst the ruins, Nash carried on with his frenzied rampage.