After listening to Flora’s translation, Seraphina’s brow furrowed, her confusion deepening.
’So that means animals on Azure Star also have a chance of being selected by the system to become "Players"?’
’Then why do we so rarely see animal players?’
Seraphina asked the question subconsciously.
But as soon as the words were out, she realized the answer. She lightly slapped her forehead and mocked herself.
’I’m so stupid! Humans struggle just to survive natural disasters and dungeons. It’s incredibly difficult, and the survival rate is pitifully low.’
’Animals lack our intelligence. They don’t know how to exploit the rules and don’t have human social structures or the ability to help each other. In such a harsh environment, their chances of survival are probably much lower than ours... For one to survive by a fluke and grow strong like this rabbit, it must be the rarest of the rare. But if they do survive... they’re definitely no less of a threat than this Splitting Demon Rabbit.’
Having figured this out, Seraphina finally had a vague understanding of the Splitting Demon Rabbit’s origins.
At the same time, her wariness of the "Player" system’s selection criteria deepened.
It didn’t seem to be limited to just humans.
This infinite Doomsday Game was far more complex than she had imagined.
After clarifying the origin of animal players, Seraphina’s gaze focused once more on the Splitting Demon Rabbit.
There was another crucial question, one that concerned her own future path.
It concerned Divine Power.
"How did you gain the favor of the[God of Magical Beasts]and become Its Beloved?"
Seraphina asked in a low voice, her tone serious and demanding.
With Flora providing simultaneous translation, the Demon Rabbit, controlled by [Sweet Fragrance], responded sluggishly:
"I... don’t know... I entered a dungeon called the [Cavern of Terror]... It was... dark and cold... There were lots of scary monsters. I just kept killing and eating."
"I killed and ate all the monsters and humans I saw. Then I was drawn to a powerful and ancient force, and the system’s voice sounded in my ear, saying I was being watched by ’It.’ After that, I received the gift of a Divine Favored..."
Seraphina listened carefully to Flora’s simultaneous interpretation, her frown deepening.
The Splitting Demon Rabbit’s description was very vague.
It sounded more like a passive trigger than an active pursuit.
The rabbit itself didn’t seem to know the specific conditions for becoming a Beloved.
’Looks like this thing just stumbled into becoming a Beloved,’ Seraphina mused. ’But is the key point ’being watched by It’?’
Seraphina couldn’t help but look up.
Her gaze seemed to pierce through the spatial barrier of the [Scavenger’s Farm], searching for the gaze that might exist in the great unseen, looking down upon countless Players and worlds.
’Could it be... that all Players could, at any moment, be watched by some unknown ’It’?’
The thought suddenly shot into her mind, making Seraphina shudder.
It was as if she’d been struck by an invisible electric current, the hair on her arms standing on end!
If this was true, it meant that Players not only had to face the dangers of dungeons and the ravages of natural disasters.
They could also unwittingly become chess pieces in the games of higher-dimensional beings, or even be forcibly "branded"!
’Perhaps... obtaining Divine Power isn’t necessarily a good thing.’
Seraphina muttered to herself, a deep sense of vigilance toward so-called Divine Favor growing in her heart.
Maxim’s [Death Arena] and the Splitting Demon Rabbit’s madness...
perhaps they were both inextricably linked to this "watching" and "gifting."
Temporarily suppressing the storm of thoughts in her mind, Seraphina decided to deal with a more practical issue first.
’Since it’s a Player, it should have some kind of "legacy," right?’
She used [Sweet Fragrance] on the Splitting Demon Rabbit again to control its mind and asked, "As a Player, do you have a space for storing items or any special tools?"
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