Another wave of numbers descended. Rita dashed to the nearest glowing digit, reached out, and snatched it the instant her hand touched the light. Without stopping, she spun the deep-blue helm and teleported toward another number that hadn't yet been claimed.
Two shining digits now hovered above her head. She sprinted toward a third.
While running, she deactivated [Mystic Force]. Dried leaves drifted from her fingertips, and her health shot back up to ninety percent. She began alternating between [I Just Want to Improve So Badly] and [Gift of Nature], trying to steal numbers from other players while she fought for her own.
Efficiency—nothing else mattered.
The annoying part was that no matter which number she went for, nearby players would immediately form temporary alliances to stop her.
