Chapter 393 - 394: Selection Game 23

Knowing what the other party was capable of, openly turning against them would be incredibly foolish.

At the very least, no one would dare make a move against Perry Yates until someone who could replace her came along.

Of course, Perry Yates knew that neither Ethan Fuller nor Amber Sheridan would buy her story. But what did it matter? ’Believe it or not, you have no choice but to believe it.’

"Only eight percent of the mission is left. Let’s hurry up. I don’t want to spend another second in this place," Amber Sheridan grumbled.

"The roles of prey and Hunter have completely flipped," Ethan Fuller said. "But this area is huge. If they just hole up somewhere, we could actually starve to death before we find them, with no food or resources."

After all, the game had been unfair from the start.

But Perry Yates had already eliminated that unfairness. The advantage was now on their side.

Perry Yates looked up at the sky. A golden Heavenly Eye was operating up there. This time, instead of attacking it, she simply pretended not to see it and looked away.

’Those Executors love using the Heavenly Eye to watch us, don’t they? Well, now it’s our turn.’

Even though 001 was in her system inventory, Perry Yates’s connection to it hadn’t been severed. And 001 could see the outside world through the Heavenly Eye.

With the Heavenly Eye’s help, Perry Yates quickly located the remaining Executors. They were heading toward the area where the other players had gathered.

However, it seemed they were having some sort of disagreement.

The Heavenly Eye’s feed showed that the Executors had lost contact with their base, causing a rift in their ranks. Some wanted to return to the base and investigate, while others wanted to prioritize completing the mission.

The two factions argued, but neither could convince the other. In the end, they decided to split up. A few Executors would head back to the base to find out what happened and why contact was suddenly lost. The rest would continue toward the prey’s gathering point to wipe them all out.

This time, they had brought a secret weapon, confident it would be a one-hit kill.

Perry Yates knew Ethan Fuller and Amber Sheridan hadn’t believed her earlier explanation, so she dropped the act. She told them the exact location of the remaining Executors, adding that they’d had an internal conflict and split into two groups.

After she finished, Amber Sheridan took a deep breath. He looked like he wanted to say something but held it in, letting out a "Hmph!" before heading in the direction Perry Yates had indicated.

Trailing behind, Perry Yates rubbed her nose, feeling a little sheepish. Dylan Adler quietly commented from the side, "You know, you could try being a little more subtle."

At that, Perry Yates shrugged helplessly. "I’d love to be low-key, but my power level won’t let me. Besides, I need to end this game as quickly as possible."

After all, without 001 by her side, she felt completely insecure.

Seemingly sensing the seriousness in Perry Yates’s tone, Dylan Adler picked up his pace.

Soon enough, they ran into the squad of Executors that was heading back—seven of them in total. The moment they saw each other, they attacked without a word.

Despite being outnumbered, they finished the fight in a complete rout.

When only one Executor remained, he suddenly whipped his tail, sending Perry Yates and her companions flying before bursting into a roar of laughter.

But before he could finish, Perry Yates’s Moon Blade cut him short.

The Executor scrambled to dodge the Moon Blade, sputtering in frustration, "Aren’t you curious why I was laughing?"

"What other reason could there be? You’re a lunatic," Amber Sheridan said with contempt.

’He’d stopped using cheap tricks like that to bait people into asking questions eight hundred years ago. Did this Executor really think he was being subtle?’

Perry Yates and the other two didn’t say a word, but the disdain and contempt in their eyes made it clear they felt the same way.

"You..."

The Executor was furious, but he couldn’t defeat them. It would take time for a distress call to reach the base, so he had to stall.

"Hmph! It’s useless even if you pretend not to care. Your remaining teammates are about to die! Victory will belong to the glorious Executors!"

He had just finished speaking and was preparing to savor the sight of his audacious prey panicking. However, he was disappointed.

Knowing full well that the Executors were attacking the players’ gathering point, Perry Yates and her group showed no surprise. Instead, their attacks only grew faster and more ferocious.

The other Executors had been dealt with quickly, but this one was different. He was built like a tortoise, with all his Skills poured into defense.

They were forcing him back step by step, but he just wouldn’t go down.

"Aren’t you worried?! Your own kind, your friends, are about to die!" the Executor roared, refusing to accept it.

"What’s there to worry about?" Amber Sheridan scoffed. "With your pathetic skills, you think you can take them on? Dream on."

Rory Drake and the others they left behind were no pushovers. If these Executors were really that powerful, we wouldn’t be wiping the floor with them now.

Even if they couldn’t win that fight, so what? As long as his own group survived until the end, they would still be the ultimate victors.

Seeing their utter lack of concern, the Executor began to despair.

’Why? Why isn’t it working? Aren’t humans supposed to be a species that values its own kind? Why are these people so indifferent while their companions are in grave danger?’

It was a question he would likely never get an answer to.

Though they were all human, they came from different planets. If not for this game, they might never have even known the others existed.

After finally finishing off the defense-maxed Executor, Perry Yates and the other three once again headed for the player gathering point.

"Hey, Perry Yates, can your Space-Time Gate just teleport us there directly?" Amber Sheridan asked.

Perry Yates thought for a moment. "The Space-Time Gate doesn’t have the range of the Any Door," she said, "but it should work if we do it a few times."

As she spoke, Perry Yates opened the Space-Time Gate.

"When the Any Door disappeared, didn’t you ever think about looking for it?" Amber Sheridan asked, a hint of regret in his voice.

"I did look, of course I looked. But there were no leads at all. I couldn’t find it even if I wanted to," Perry Yates replied.

"So because you couldn’t find it, you just went and merged with the Space-Time Gate?"

Hearing the disdain in Amber Sheridan’s tone, Perry Yates shot him a look. "Don’t underestimate the Space-Time Gate. As a card with a pure spatial attribute, it has advantages the Any Door doesn’t."