Seeing that Jeremy was about to make a move, the wolf-man quickly interjected, "Wait, wait, I'll talk! I'll talk!"
Jeremy shrugged, squinting with a smile, "That's more like it. Spill it, and I might spare you. Otherwise, you'll be monster fodder here."
The wolf-man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, knowing Jeremy wasn't someone easily fooled. He didn't dare hesitate and promptly revealed everything he knew.
Jeremy learned about their identities.
It turned out that the apocalypse game wasn't being held for the first time. The sinners of the Land of Eternal Night were former players who had been stranded there.
They ambushed other players because they wanted a way out.
"Making old players kill new ones—this game designer sure has a twisted sense of humor." Jeremy's eyes flickered as he asked the wolf-man, "Anything else?"
