At that moment, he was leaning back in his seat in the last row of the bus, a position that gave him a clear view of everything inside.
The bus cabin was dimly lit, the vehicle swaying slightly and jolting from time to time.
Excluding the man in the tank top who had ignored all warnings, courted death, and been reduced to a bloody pulp splattered across half the cabin,
and the driver, whose identity was questionable and who seemed less than human, there were a total of six people in the cabin, including himself.
In other words, there were still five temporary script actors left: two women and three men.
His gaze slowly swept over the others. 'In my opinion,' he thought, 'it'll be a miracle if even two of these temporary actors survive.'
After all, temporary script actors were all ordinary people.
To survive a script task, one could only rely on their own wits to find the path to Vitality within the mission.
