This Time, I'll Be the Villain's Favorite Daughter novel Chapter 245

Chapter 245 The “Scraps” of the Group

Number 4’s answer went far beyond Maya’s expectations.

“There is no time limit here.”

Maya said, “Really?”

He nodded.

Maya realized this place was different from what she had gone through back then.

At the time, Philbert had clearly said the limit was one month.

And it had never been meant to end with everyone dead except one person.

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But the rules here forced a group of children to slaughter one another until only one remained.

Could it be that Philbert had finally grown a conscience, so by her generation, things had slowly become more humane?

Maya folded her arms and leaned against the tree trunk beside her. “If this doesn’t end until there’s only one person left, then almost all of us are definitely going to die.”

“Yeah. Do you want to die?”

Maya said, “Nobody wants to die, idiot.”

Number 4 went silent.

Maybe plenty of people had called him trash, coward, and weakling, but idiot had never been one of them.

“We’ve been here for three months. At first, it wasn’t so bad. Later, every so often, gunmen would enter the field. They kill people. In this environment, we’re the prey, and the ones with guns are the hunters.” Number 4 spoke in a calm, unhurried tone. “…A situation like that can drive a lot of people insane.”

Maya sighed in admiration. “You know so much, Onyx.”

Most of the kids here lacked basic common sense. They were smart, sure, but none of them could organize their thoughts and speak as clearly as Onyx.

Number 4 fell silent.

Whenever he didn’t want to say something, he simply skipped over it.

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“The temperature drops sharply here at night. You look sick.” He looked at her. “Are you going to die?”

Maya stared at him, speechless.

For some reason, when he said that, the kid actually looked pretty tense.

Maya pressed a hand onto his round little head. “I won’t. Kids shouldn’t ask so many questions. Go to sleep already. If you don’t sleep, you won’t grow tall. You’ll turn into a little shrimp.”

He wasn’t worried about her, exactly. He just seemed to have some strange fear of death. Most likely, this damned place had messed with his head.

“Big Sis, if you’re cold, you can huddle with everyone.

“It’s just…” Number 4 pressed his lips together, a little nervous. “We’re all dirty, and you’re clean.”

He knew very well that she wasn’t someone who had simply been shoved in halfway through.

She seemed more like she had appeared out of thin air.

Number 4 didn’t think she could adapt to this place’s extreme conditions and temperature swings.

They had lived and trained here for a long time, so they were already used to it.

Maya could die very easily.

Maya really hadn’t expected this little boy to be so thoughtful.

She tugged lightly at her clothes, which were still fairly clean for now. The temperature had plunged after nightfall, and she really was cold. She didn’t try to tough it out. “It’s fine. Sooner or later, they’ll get dirty anyway.”

The people around Maya were either lunatics or total weirdos that no normal brain could understand.

But Onyx was different.

This kid didn’t fight, didn’t snatch, and didn’t scheme. He was simply, honestly, harmlessly kind.

A sweet little ray of sunshine like that was practically a one–in–a–million rarity.

“Onyx, let’s sleep together.”

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Maya wasn’t familiar with anyone else.

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If she was going to huddle up for warmth, of course she’d pick the new little follower she’d just

claimed.

Number 4 lifted his head, startled and flattered.

After checking again and again that she really meant it, he slowly, cautiously scooted over.

He moved very lightly. Maya felt his shoulder brush hers, carrying a child’s warmth–not too hot, not too cold. Just right.

Then, the boy turned over.

He didn’t face Maya. He turned the other way.

Back to back, their small shoulder blades pressed together through thin cloth, like two puzzle pieces finally finding where they fit.

Number 4 was worried she might feel uncomfortable, so he chose a position that wouldn’t offend her.

He bit his lip, secretly thrilled.

This was the first companion he had ever made.

Actually, it was only a tiny thing.

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