Seraphina Sullivan watched the four of them face off, her expression impassive. Secretly, however, she had already activated [Eye of Resume].
’If I’m going to survive in this slaughterhouse, I need to figure out what these other people are capable of.’
Data on the four of them appeared before her.
The woman in the bird-faced mask was named Lily Underwood. Her Talent was [Strong Arm]—just as the name implied, granting her immense Power.
The man in the helmet was Henry Jennings. His Talent: [Air Compression].
The man in the biohazard suit shared her surname and was named Dustin Sullivan. His Talent was also quite peculiar: [Big Sword]. He could freely control the size of his sword and also seemed to possess a master-level swordsmanship Skill.
The man in the cloak was Harvey Fletcher. His Talent was [Emotion Control], the ability to control others’ emotions.
Seraphina’s gaze swept quickly over the data before finally landing on Harvey Fletcher’s Talent. Her pupils contracted slightly.
’[Emotion Control]?’
Her gaze shifted back to Lily Underwood and Henry Jennings. Their argument had erupted so suddenly, and the hostility between them felt unnaturally intense.
’Logically, any Player who’s survived several instances should be sharp.’
’How could they turn on each other so easily over a few words?’
’Unless...’
’Someone was deliberately agitating them.’
Seraphina narrowed her eyes and took a discreet half-step back, putting more distance between herself and Harvey Fletcher.
’Is this guy... testing everyone’s strength?’ she wondered. ’Start a conflict, watch how everyone reacts, and then decide on his next move...’
’How sinister.’
She stole a glance at Harvey Fletcher. He was still shrouded in his cloak, his expression hidden, but a faint, almost imperceptible smile seemed to play on his lips, as if he had everything under his control.
’I can’t let him target me...’ Seraphina thought, her guard instantly up.
An Ability like Emotion Control was nearly impossible to defend against.
If Harvey Fletcher used it on her secretly, making her lose her cool at a critical moment, it would be a disaster.
As she was lost in thought, the sound of heavy footsteps suddenly echoed from the distance.
THUMP—THUMP—THUMP—
The Hogman reappeared, slowly dragging its cleaver. Its crimson eyes swept across the cage, and a wide grin split its face.
"Time’s up... The test... begins!"
The argument inside the cage ceased instantly.
Seraphina turned her [Eye of Resume] on the Hogman.
[Name: Evander Hogan]
[Gender: Male]
[Professional Skills: Devouring, Cleaver]
[Weaknesses: Spicy]
’Spicy?’ Her interest was piqued, and she silently filed away this crucial piece of information.
The oppressive aura radiating from Evander Hogan was immense, no less than that of the Insect Speaker she had encountered in The Insect Frenzy instance.
Although she might have stood a chance against him with her current strength, she didn’t dare take the risk.
If she alerted the other Hogmen or triggered some hidden mechanism in the instance, the consequences would be dire.
’I’ll play it safe for now,’ she decided. ’Just focus on completing Main Quest 2.’
CLANG!
Evander Hogan unlocked the iron gate of the cage with a key, its rusty hinges emitting a piercing screech.
He bared his cavernous maw, strings of fresh blood still clinging to his tusks. "If you don’t want to become ingredients right now, stick close to me. Or else..."
He deliberately drew out the last word, then violently swung his cleaver. The blade cut through the air with a sharp whistle.
The Native People in the cage got to their feet, trembling. Every one of them was pale-faced, their legs barely able to support them.
Seraphina blended into the crowd, keeping her head down and pretending to be terrified while secretly observing her surroundings.
The other four Players had also temporarily ceased their squabbling and silently followed the group.
After all, the mission was the top priority. Infighting would only get them all killed faster.


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