In the cruel, apocalyptic flood, everyone was merely a grain of sand—seemingly indispensable, but actually pitifully insignificant.
When Su Mo was still weak, he had to be extremely cautious about everything, guarding against all kinds of threats.
He trusted no one—not the game, not the system, and certainly not strangers.
Now, after witnessing so many people die and vanish into this metaphorical river, he had gradually come to terms with his own worthless life.
If someone harmed him, he fought back.
If they cost him something, he made them pay it back twofold.
Having tempered his willpower to be fierce and unyielding, his actions became much more relaxed.
In fact, Su Mo had considered hiding behind the scenes and letting others take the spotlight.
But after understanding the fate of previous players, he realized that merely following the herd would inevitably lead to destruction.
