The screaming stopped.
Crimson blood gurgled, slowly trickling down the twisted grooves and mixing with the murky puddles outside.
"Weak. Just so weak!"
He trailed off, his movements halting.
"Good, good. A guy who can draw the attacks of every Intern Reader... he should be able to pique my interest!"
As he spoke, he looked up toward a certain spot.
A bloodthirsty anticipation glinted in his eyes.
...
Similar scenes were playing out elsewhere.
Among this batch of Intern Readers, there were indeed a few individuals whose strength far surpassed the average.
But they were, after all, exceedingly rare.
When the notification announcing the sudden change in the main quest rang out, everyone reacted differently.
But regardless.
They had no choice but to head toward the destination that was becoming clearer and clearer in their minds.
