"Their wounds are already showing signs of becoming inflamed and infected…"
One day, after the end of their tasks, a member who was responsible for looking after the volunteers slowly stood up and shook his head at Fisher beside him. "If we have no medicine, only a small number of these 30-odd people will survive."
Fisher's face was rather gloomy. He looked at the wounded who were laid out in a row. These were the volunteers who had lit the signal towers before. However, just as the Gantz sphere had said, now these volunteers were suffering from a terrifying curse.
In some parts of their bodies, a large patch of black ash had appeared.
This ash continued to spread, eroding every inch of their skin, but the hosts seemed unaware of it. This ash would not be detected until it had eroded deep enough to start affecting the hosts' movements.
