Another panel came across my face and blocked my view. When I opened the message, Vulcan’s name was written on the sender. That old man knew what I was up to. [Don’t worry about the fifty remaining survivors, kid. They are waiting for you near the exit. But you need to be quick on your toes, Aoi. Those monsters - rather, Pests - are coming after them as well. The more time you spend here, the less people you could save.] That was the trick that I had anticipated. Vulcan deliberately placed the fifty survivors beside our only exit filled with Pests surrounding the area. And even though the rest of the survivors were only fifty, they were still people I had to save. This was a simulation. But these occurrences could also happen in real time, so I had to make my decision count. The things the survivors and I had prepared were already on the ground. Our necessities contained some packed food reserved for the next few days, including berries, cooked and preserved meats, spices, salts, a
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