"What?" Hearing that the Blood Moon would arrive in two days, the world channel became restless.
"I just experienced hunger, and I'm about to face a monster horde... the heavens are going to kill me."
"I'm dead. My tamed beast is only level-6 now. There's no way it can defeat any monsters outside, let alone one that has been strengthened."
"Please take me in. Level-7 double-headed rattlesnake, please join us..."
Now, people had realized that they did not have to rely on themselves to survive the Blood Moon. As long as they could rely on themselves, they would have a chance to survive the crisis.
As for home, it was completely dispensable to some people.
They did not want to participate in this kind of survival game in the first place. After experiencing the hunger in the winter, they finally saw reality clearly.
After the Gale Bird became Mcgee's familiar, the sun in the sky glared brighter.
