“When people arrive at a place where life and death are uncertain, the vast majority will go to extremes. Some break down, while others, like you, deliberately seek out sensory pleasures—doing things here that they never did or dared to do in the real world, indulging in them wildly. This is a basic way for people to relieve stress. Simply put, it’s not about being cheap or not; you’re just doing what most people would choose to do in this situation.”

Grace Bennett suddenly pushed Ryan Carter into the corner, one hand caressing Ryan Carter’s chest while the other reached downward, her lips blowing softly by Ryan Carter’s ear: “You little rascal, you’re making me fall for you so much. Here, do it with me, okay? Sis is very skilled and gentle, I promise you’ll feel good.”

Seeing that Ryan Carter hadn’t responded for a long time, Grace Bennett lifted her head to look at Ryan Carter’s face. She suddenly noticed that Ryan Carter’s eyes seemed a bit strange. Even through those light blue photochromic glasses, she could still catch a different glint flickering in his eyes. What’s more, Ryan Carter’s body had started to tremble slightly, cold sweat was pouring down, and his hair was instantly soaked, as if he was enduring great pain.

“What’s wrong with your eyes?” Grace Bennett asked.

“I saw the scene of this villa being blown up.” Ryan Carter directly pushed away Grace Harris, who was leaning on him, and said in a deep voice, “This villa cannot remain!”

Chapter 4: You Are Demons

“What, are you crazy? Our current mission is to protect that damned protagonist David Scott. If we don’t use this villa’s security system and run outside, it’ll be infinitely harder to protect him. Leaving this villa… do you want us all to be erased by the Lord God?”

At this moment, Grace Bennett’s eyes no longer held a trace of desire, only calmness and decisiveness. She had indulged herself to relieve her inner stress and anxiety, but deep down, she always had a firm will to survive. What Ryan Carter had just said made Grace Bennett feel that her life was in danger, so she immediately rejected him without hesitation.

Of course, a woman who only thinks about sex and acting slutty could never survive here and become a veteran.

Ryan Carter pushed away Grace Bennett, who was pressed against him, and walked straight toward the stairs. He was going to find Mr. Harris, the captain of this team. Ryan Carter believed in the vision he had just “seen”—this villa would definitely be destroyed. If they stayed here, they would only perish along with it. He didn’t want to die, because he hadn’t seen “God” yet.

Just as Ryan Carter was going down the stairs, thick steel plates dropped over the floor-to-ceiling windows and other corners around him. Various surveillance cameras popped out. From the outside, the entire villa was already wrapped in layer after layer of steel plates. The once beautiful villa instantly became a solid fortress. Ryan Carter wasn’t surprised by this; he knew that Mr. Harris, with the male protagonist David Scott in tow, had just activated the house’s security system. Looking up at the clock in the living room, it was already 18:45—less than fifteen minutes before the Night of Slaughter began. It was time to take action.

“What’s wrong, have you finished checking everything upstairs?”

Mr. Harris came out of the study with David Scott in tow. It seemed the security control room was inside the study, and operating the system required the family head David Scott’s fingerprint and iris scan.

Before Ryan Carter could speak, Grace Bennett, who had followed closely behind, called out to Mr. Harris: “Mr. Harris, this guy just told me the villa can’t stay, that we need to leave.”

Hearing Grace Bennett’s words, Mr. Harris’s face darkened. He looked at Ryan Carter and asked, “You say we should leave here—then what about him?”

“Take him with us.”

Ryan Carter answered without hesitation. If they left David Scott in the villa and he died when it was destroyed, they would all be erased by the Lord God.

“Heh, do you know how much risk that would put us in? After seven o’clock, the streets will be full of lunatics with knives and guns. Bullets don’t have eyes. No one in our team has been strengthened enough to ignore ordinary firearms, so going out at night with so many people is basically pushing ourselves off a cliff. Not to mention, the Lord God gave us the task of protecting this guy.”

Mr. Harris felt he needed to reassess Ryan Carter. Previously, he thought Ryan Carter was smart and insightful based on his analysis, but now he felt Ryan Carter was underestimating the difficulty of this mission world by making such a suggestion. It was basically sending them all to their deaths.

“Mr. Harris, we have to leave here, or this place will be blown up.” Ryan Carter pushed up his glasses and looked into Mr. Harris’s eyes as he spoke seriously. Even though he knew his seriousness would only make Mr. Harris and the others find him ridiculous.