And clearly, Fionnant had also roughly made this connection at this point.
“Viven…drop it…drop that coin!”
"Are you crazy?!"
Besides serving as a marker on the island itself, the coins also functioned as a symbol.
Vivian, however, thought of another reason why those people hadn't thrown away the coins they had on them—
They might not not want to throw it away, but rather they can't.
"No, although it brought us some misfortune."
But perhaps those two coins are our last hope, and…
Moreover, it might be too late for them to throw away the coins now.
Fionn silently finished the sentence that Vivian hadn't finished saying.
Inside the enormous pit, Weaving and Fionn were now surrounded by a swarm of predators.
From the outside, their figures were no longer clearly visible.
The external pressure, like a tidal wave, completely flattened their bodies, rendering them utterly immobile.
Arms, legs, and eyes that had been squeezed out of their sockets supported the torso.
After they had eaten most of their bodies.
The predators on the island then noticed that the scent emanating from Weaving and Fionn seemed to have weakened considerably, or even disappeared.
By this point, the predators' main targets for hunting and competition were no longer the two of them.
They began to target each other, as predators and prey in the eyes of others.
Even among the crowd currently having a wild eating party.
The vast majority of them were survivors from the Oasis of the Seas.
In just this short period of time, they also joined and became one of them.
In the huge crater in the center of the island, it has now truly become a mass grave.
The people on this island have exhausted all their potential and are unable to replenish their bodies with food.
The so-called rebirth of flesh and blood will not continue.
The island was filled with an abundance of "life force" that seemed to want to be stuffed into every broken body.
Eventually, it will be unable to stay any longer because the body it carries is too dilapidated.
Therefore, the best way to kill these seemingly infinitely resurrected beings on the islands is—
In reality, it causes them continuous and enormous harm.
This causes the total damage from these attacks to exceed the threshold at which they can recover.
So now, this place has become the graveyard for all the eliminated in this chaotic melee.
Gushing blood flowed continuously toward the central mass of flesh riddled with severed limbs.
That place is the graveyard of all the rejected and unqualified lives, and also the source from which a new life is born.
At this moment, a strong smell of blood emanated from the pit, coexisting in a contradictory way with an exceptionally delicious smell of meat.
On the blood-soaked ground, the last remaining half of Vivian's brain, with its wrinkled cortex, lay exposed to the air.
He realized that he now seemed to have only the vision of one eyeball remaining.
But the coin that Gu Xinghe gave them left their bodies.
Or to put it another way, it seems that they do not even have a physical body at this time.
In short, even after the coin left his body, Vivian was still able to feel its protection of his spirit.
Moreover, along with this protection, the power within seems to be being rapidly depleted.
Vivian could see that the crack that originally only existed on the surface was getting bigger and bigger.
And it is precisely because of this protection that can still exist after leaving the body.
Vivian guessed that this might be the reason why he still retained a last vestige of vague consciousness.
In this light, his previous guess might have been correct.
The favor from the gods cannot be easily taken away.
The reason why the coin given by Gu Xinghe was kept—
Aside from the fact that it can be used as a well-known coordinate on this island.
It is also because those people cannot easily take it away from them.
But now it seems that perhaps all of this has become meaningless.
"Will hope...and miracles really come true?"
There were no grand sacrifices, nor were there any aria-like praises.
These are the words Vivian murmured at this moment.
Perhaps it was just a self-talking prayer before death, before consciousness completely vanished.
But in Vivian's eyes, who was already on the verge of death, the cruel reality did not respond to his prayers.
Under Vivian's watchful eye, the coin, with its ever-growing cracks, finally shattered completely.
Just as he had guessed—
As more and more cracks appeared on the coin, the coin, after completely breaking, did not remain as small fragments.
Instead, it completely turned into dust and drifted into the air.
He closed his eyes in despair.
But after Vivian closed his eyes...
He failed to notice that the tiny black powder that remained suspended in the air had not completely disappeared.
They are the last traces of a certain force that once existed.
The fine black powder that was floating in the air then gathered together slightly, forming a small patch of faint black mist.
The fog seemed to carry some kind of message as it dissipated in the wind.
Or perhaps it was carried by the flowing wind to a certain place, establishing a connection with it.
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