Whatever. Once I leave the Secret Realm, I won't know a thing anyway!
No. 0 had given up.
Screw it!
WHOOSH.
WHOOSH.
WHOOSH.
Ignoring Shen Fei, No. 0 used the location data from No. 1 and his other clones to quickly pick off the players hidden among the Soldiers. Every time a player was killed, large swathes of Soldiers would instantly vanish.
[DING!]
[Player Skyrocketing has left the spectator area!]
After quickly clearing out a good chunk of the players, No. 0 saw that Shen Fei had left.
***
"Holy shit!"
"Holy shit!"
"No. 5... No. 5... No. 5..."
Outside the sand table arena, back in the Secret Realm proper, Shen Fei's head was throbbing. His mouth was dry, his heart was racing, and his scalp was tingling. He was a mess. He felt awful, like he had held a funeral for a loved one only to find out he had buried the wrong person and they had suddenly reappeared. And to make matters worse, this whole mix-up was orchestrated by that very same loved one.
