Su Ming'an instantly felt a pressure like a mountain bearing down on him, almost suffocating him. After struggling to regulate his breathing, he gasped slightly as he spoke, his eyes bright:
"...The secret of a Perfect Pass?" He smiled, with a feigned hint of glee and pride, "By saying this, am I right? A full one hundred percent Perfect Pass indeed has a final reward?"
...He couldn't reveal that he had discovered this secret through "Death Replay."
Death Replay was his only leverage, the only... the only chance, as a mere human, to ultimately overturn the organizers' authority. So... he couldn't possibly expose it.
Although he was unclear whether this was another malice bestowed by some unknown existence... as an ordinary human, could he do anything but give his all within this circle?
After all, he himself had no other path to follow.
"Guessing?" The organizers seemed to pause, "In that case, you really are well-suited to be a player."
