"F*ck, what do you mean by I 'came back alive'? Is it that strange for me to come back alive?"
Is this something a person would say?
Taking off the gas mask that hung on his face, Debt Giant Eye, who emerged from behind Edge Old Brother, playfully slapped Night Ten on the shoulder with a smirk.
"Hey, it wasn't easy at all. Several times I thought I was a goner, but somehow I miraculously survived."
Standing to one side, the construction site kid and Brick nodded in agreement.
"It was indeed no easy feat."
Others were playing the game, but their squad was playing with their lives.
They set out as a team of ten, but only half made it back.
In contrast, look at the Mole Squad next to them: they also set out with ten, but came back missing only two, a casualty rate that's like the difference between heaven and earth, making it hard not to comment.
But, complaints aside, people didn't really take it to heart.
It's just a game.
Courting death is the norm.
