Accompanied by that laughter, thick with malice.
Seraphina Sullivan turned to look toward other parts of the city.
Sure enough, in the distance.
Identical golden pillars of light shot into the sky, one after another, from various areas.
It was as if bloody coordinates were being hammered into this chessboard of despair!
Seraphina Sullivan stared at the pillars of light.
She glanced back at the marked Yates Ghoul, which was attacking with frenzied abandon, and a certainty solidified in her mind.
’This entity hosting the game, the one who can turn the dead into ghouls and grant them the status of Beloved... it’s almost certainly the God of Viruses!’
And the "good buddies" He mentioned were probably other entities who had lent Him this marking ability.
’The God of Viruses, the God of Slaughter... and their buddies who haven’t shown their faces yet...’
Seraphina Sullivan felt a mountain of pressure and took a deep breath.
’I wonder what the other supreme beings are plotting right now, or how they’re enjoying this cruel game they’ve all orchestrated, with the lives of countless Players as the wager.’
Seraphina Sullivan tightened her grip on the Universal Sniper Rifle in her hand.
Her gaze swept over Sean Chandler, who was enveloped in the pillar of light, locked in a fierce battle with the ghoul.
Then she looked towards those distant pillars of light.
The game had already begun in the most brutal way possible.
And they had no choice but to become Players.
Or... become the kill targets someone else needed to get home.
「Meanwhile, in other corners of the city.」
"What the fuck?! What the hell is this?! The mission’s completely changed?!"
Nicholas Jensen stared at the single, crimson, blood-soaked mission in his mind and couldn’t help but curse out loud.
"Is this fucking thing turning from apocalypse survival straight into a Player battle royale? And all Players are forced to join? If we don’t finish, we can’t go back, and we’ll be trapped here forever!"
He immediately looked at his teammates.
His gaze fell particularly on Joy Hughes, the young woman in their group with a unique air about her, whose face was currently pale for some unknown reason.
However, before he could ask anything, something unexpected happened!
A thick, dazzling, and overwhelmingly present pillar of pure white light descended from the sky without warning. Like a theatrical spotlight, it landed precisely on Joy Hughes, enveloping her completely!
It illuminated a several-meter radius around her, leaving nothing in shadow.
"A Divine Favored?!"
Heath Summers widened her eyes in astonishment.
Staring at Joy Hughes, who was bathed in the pillar of light like a saintess—or more accurately, a target—she was momentarily at a loss for words.
"Joy... you’re... you’re actually a Divine Favored? Why didn’t you ever mention it before?"
The light from the pillar was making Joy Hughes uncomfortable.
She turned her head slightly, her face growing even paler. Her voice carried a faint, apologetic tremor.
"I’m sorry... I didn’t mean to hide it. It’s just... this status comes with its own special... troubles and restrictions. I had my reasons, I hope you can all understand."
The team’s anchor, the steadfast Gordon Chandler, immediately stepped forward, his deep voice cutting off any further questions.
"This isn’t the time for that!"
His gaze swept over the surrounding shadows, which were drawn to the light and beginning to stir restlessly. His tone was decisive.
"The mission has changed, and the situation is critical. From now on, we won’t just be facing this world’s ghouls. The greater danger is the other Players, who will be desperate to get back home!"
He looked at Joy Hughes, his expression grave.

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