Caleb Chase’s words sent Seraphina Sullivan’s mind into turmoil.
She was certain now. Other Players had entered The Insect Frenzy instance before her group.
And the massive insect slaughter Caleb Chase had described was almost certainly done to complete a mission assigned by the System.
It was just like their own mission to retrieve insect corpses.
Those Players had slaughtered The Swarm in droves, all to complete the missions issued by the System.
But they never considered that after they left, their actions would cause the swarms to become even more frenzied and aggressive.
Seraphina Sullivan was lost in thought.
’Why would the System issue a mission like this?’
’Is it just to test the Players, or is there some other motive?’
Looking at the profound pain and hatred in Caleb Chase’s eyes, she suddenly realized the truth: the destruction Players wrought upon this world in the name of completing missions was far more severe than she had ever imagined.
’But why?’
Seraphina Sullivan recalled her actions since entering the instance and felt a wave of uncertainty.
She had only focused on how to survive and complete her missions, never once considering the impact her actions would have on the Native People of this world.
Seraphina Sullivan couldn’t help but wonder, ’What was the Disaster System’s purpose in sending us to this instance?’
’A test of survival?’
’Or were we sent here just to wreak havoc?’
Seraphina Sullivan didn’t know the answer. She was powerless to resist the System; everything she did was simply to stay alive.
Meanwhile, Cheryl Chase was completely baffled. She had no idea what her brother was talking about.
’Three years ago? Wasn’t that right after the Red Fog Substance first appeared?’
The room fell silent.
"So, who are you people, really?" Caleb Chase demanded, his eyes fixed on Justin Brooks and Seraphina Sullivan.
Justin Brooks opened his mouth, but no words came out. Not knowing how to answer, he glanced at Seraphina Sullivan.
Seraphina Sullivan didn’t meet his eyes.
’What’s the use of looking at me?’
’I’m just as confused as he is.’
Seeing them all remain silent, Caleb Chase heaved a long sigh. The weariness on his face, framed by his white hair, was palpable.
"Perhaps you have your reasons for not answering my questions," he said, his low voice heavy with resignation. "But all I want is to protect what little home we have left. Ever since the Red Fog Substance appeared, the insects’ mutations have grown more terrifying, and the number of Insect Speakers has skyrocketed..."
He walked to the window and pointed at the blood-red sky. "And every time ’outsiders’ like you appear, the swarms go into a frenzy. Some insects have even started actively hunting you, as if... as if devouring you grants them new Abilities."
Justin Brooks’s mind reeled as he heard this.
He instinctively looked down at his own hands.
’Could it be? When a Player dies in this world, do the insects absorb their Abilities?’ The thought sent a chill down his spine.
"I’m sorry," Justin Brooks said, his voice strained.
"There are some things we really can’t talk about. But..." He took a deep breath, the sense of duty characteristic of a soldier surging within him. "For as long as we’re here, we’ll do everything we can to help you."
Seraphina Sullivan glanced at Justin Brooks but didn’t object.
She understood the soldier’s sentiment. Anyone would feel a pang of compassion for these ordinary people struggling to survive in the apocalypse.
But for Seraphina, her own safety came first. Still, if she could help without compromising that, she wasn’t entirely opposed to lending a hand.
’There might even be some unexpected rewards.’



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