"Have you never managed to escape even once?"

"No, I died the first time too. I was killed by another survivor and I'm paying off my debt."

"Um."

Su Lin nodded: "What's your name?"

The young man was somewhat surprised; he seemed to have never reached this stage before. Other survivors didn't have time to ask your name; they would kill you if they could.

Even if killing oneself brings no benefit, it doesn't negate the evil in human nature—the willingness to casually kill the weak.

"My name is Wang Dalu, from the F-2 waiting area, the lowest level of people."

The young man scratched his head, looking quite carefree: "Brother, what about you? Which district are you from?"

Su Lin looked calmly at the young man without answering.

In the Survivor game, names and area codes are considered a form of privacy, and Su Lin no longer wants to casually tell other Survivors.

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting a little awkward, Wang Dalu simply remained silent.

He lay in bed resting, indifferent to whether Su Lin would kill him or not.

After a while, Wang Dalu couldn't stand the silence and broke it: "Bro, it's almost eight o'clock. The first wave of test subjects is coming. I'll have to take the hits later, right?"

Su Lin didn't answer, and Wang Dalu took it as a tacit agreement, and took the initiative to make a request: "Do you still want the jar by your bed? If you don't want it, let me search it, at least let me take something out."

"That way, I'll be more willing to die in your place."

Wang Dalu smiled calmly, seemingly accustomed to the status of the weak, exchanging his own death for meager gains.

"Can."

Su Lin readily tossed the can over, and it landed precisely in Wang Dalu's arms.

"Wow! That was awesome, bro!"

Wang Dalu's eyes lit up: "Brother, you're a master!"

While flattering him, he began searching with a smug look on his face, and soon pulled out a new blue handicraft: "Brother, how about it?"

He asked politely, and after Su Lin shook his head, he happily put away the second blue item: "This time the harvest is not bad, I got two."

Su Lin asked, "Didn't you ever fill the security box completely before?"

"Of course not, my crotch is huge. Even if I stuffed in any kind of trash, it would only be halfway full at most."

Wang Dalu replied helplessly, "This escape game is full of dangers, and the probability of me dying empty-handed is extremely high."

"You can bring some weapons, at least enough to fill the safe, so you won't lose money."

Su Lin shook his head and offered advice, but Wang Dalu shook his head: "Brother, I know my own level. If I die as soon as I enter the map, I'll be at a complete loss. I don't want that."

"So you're just going to keep dying your whole life? A never-ending cycle of suicide?"

"Of course not, I have my own plans too!"

Wang Dalu smiled and said, "I will use death to accumulate my first pot of gold. After I acquire new skills and ensure my combat strength, I will then slightly upgrade my equipment and enter the map to gradually increase my income and steadily improve my escape success rate."

"I know that doing this might fall behind the pace at which mainstream survivors are getting stronger, but at least it's safe! At least I won't go bankrupt and end up in negative debt!"

The "skills" that Wang Dalu mentioned are combat abilities that can be obtained through specific methods, and like talents, they are an indispensable part of the game.

Skills are, in a sense, the same as talent.

However, talent is something survivors are born with; skills are something they acquire later in life.

"Um."

Su Lin nodded, and time flew by as the two talked.

Su Lin noticed the digital clock on the wall; it was already 7:58 a.m.

The first wave of test-takers is about to arrive.

Wang Dalu also noticed the time on the wall. He jumped off the bed in one swift motion and patted his chest proudly at Su Lin, saying, "Big brother! Watch me later!"

"If a monster comes down, I'll do everything in my power to hold it off for a minute! If I can't even get a minute, I'll still try to delay it as much as possible, that way your chances of survival will be much higher!"

"I'm a sensible person. Just because you were so generous in sharing the supplies with me, I definitely won't let you suffer any losses!"

Wang Dalu is indeed very sensible. He knows he has no real ability and his only role to others is to take the fall.

As long as others don't kill him outright and give him time to gather supplies, Wang Dalu is willing to take the hit.

After all, even if he didn't block the knife, the other party would kill him to vent his anger as soon as he survived.

Instead of doing that, it's better to take the initiative.

What?

You mean take advantage of the chaos to launch a surprise attack?

Come on, you can't expect me to kill someone empty-handed.

"No need, as long as you don't hold us back and don't launch sneak attacks."

Su Lin glanced at Wang Dalu indifferently, then slowly stood up to prepare for battle: "I don't need you to take the hit for me."

"Hey, brother! I don't like owing favors!"

"You're a pretty good person, and you suit my taste."

As Su Lin took out a combat potion and began injecting it into himself, he glanced at Wang Dalu and said, "I don't like owing favors either. Your intelligence analysis just now was good, and your thinking was correct, although it wasn't very useful to me."

"But I'm still willing to make sure you don't die on the first day. The rest is up to you."

Su Lin wasn't actually the kind of person Song Daqiang saw him to be. He was skilled in combat, but he wasn't a pervert who took pleasure in killing.

If the other party is sensible and poses little threat, Su Lin may spare their life.

"Protect...protect me from dying?"

Wang Dalu was stunned, looking at Su Lin with an almost incredulous expression.

Grass!

What an amazing guy!

No one had ever said anything like that to me before. Even my randomly matched teammates were disgusted with me, as if I had been smeared with dog poop.

There are actually people who would be willing to protect a useless piece of trash like me in such a dangerous escape game?

Wang Dalu wasn't particularly moved, but he was certainly shocked.

He stared blankly at Su Lin across from him, and suddenly, in that instant, something occurred to him.

"etc!"

"Big brother, you're not planning to...?"

Wang Dalu swallowed hard, his eyes widening as he muttered, "...They're not planning to clear out the images, are they?"

This is the only outcome that maximizes profit in his analysis: kill all the survivors and testers! While taking advantage of the map's minimum resources, take advantage of the roommate changes in the rules to also take the supplies brought in by the survivors!

Su Lin glanced at him and smiled faintly: "Is it not allowed?"

Wang Dalu was trembling violently.

broken!

He's met his match with a formidable opponent!