"...I really thought we were going to fight to the death," Li Qianxia hadn't snapped back to reality yet.
Xiao Yue smiled at her, "Qian Xia, it's when you don't fight that you die."
Li Qianxia shivered and realized.
In the current era, it wasn't as simple as being backward and getting beaten up, how long had it been since America slaughtered the Native Americans to take their land, enslaved blacks to grow cotton?
From their personal perspective to Earth's, anyone who dared to indulge in ease risked destruction once their power was insufficient, their fate on Four Seasons Star was sealed—others wouldn't spare them, the Value Game wouldn't allow it.
Yang Qinglan had grasped this truth when the Value Game had just started, participating in games several times a week, which was why they stayed at the forefront of all players.
But no matter what, not having to take part in compulsory missions was always a relief.
