My players are too fierce!

[Status: Hunger (Stage 1)]

[Sanity loss increased by 50%]

David Day was led by the nun to a bench in the corner and sat down, holding a tray of black dough balls in his hand.

Well, it's not the kind of rye bread you used to buy for weight loss; it's the kind made with such poor-quality ingredients that it's practically black.

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I tapped it with my finger, and it's really hard. I'd probably be able to use it as a brick to hit someone.

If he had nothing else to do, he would really like to try this stuff.

You can't buy such bizarre things in real life.

However, I still have important business to attend to.

He calmly stepped over one wailing, convulsing human figure after another.

This seems to be the wounded area, where all the unfortunate souls who are injured but still clinging to life are gathered.

After confirming that he was unharmed, the nun left him and continued distributing food.

Tsk, this isn't how it unfolded as he expected; nothing happened.

The Alexandre Dumas literature in the world of anime and manga is indeed fabricated and deceptive.

Walking around and looking around seems to be his only task at the moment.

Hachimedes will come looking for him.

All he needed to do was stay put and not wander off, so as not to cause any unforeseen complications.

Anyway, there's no time limit for this first phase.

He admitted that he was a newbie in the gaming world, and that the administrator position was donated by his crazy Thursday spree, showing a very clear self-awareness.

As for the tasks, we'll just leave them to the brothers to handle.

Then, out of curiosity, he stopped as he passed a hapless man.

The man's chest appeared to have been slashed open by something with its claws, leaving a huge wound.

It exhales more air than it in.

Should he call that nun over to dispose of the body?

[Exception Type: An internal exception is attempting to interfere with the operation of the replica. Should its activity be restricted?]

[Required Ashes: 10 units]

After thinking for a while, Roland decided to call Emma over and ask her.

In his arms, the little gray mouse, who had slept all day, woke up and crawled out of his clothes.

It climbed to the top of Roland's head and returned to its rightful throne.

"Why did you call me...?"

Before he could finish speaking, he spotted the little gray mouse on Roland's head.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the tavern became tense.