128 I Want the Garden of Eden to Have the Same End

The arena, which was usually overlit during the matches, was now dark. The pale yellow light streaming from the few weak spotlights barely pierced through the darkness, illuminating a small area. There were about a few dozen guards guarding the place. Their sergeant sat in a chair in a carefree manner, with his hands crossed. He had already fallen asleep. Other than a small patrolling team, the other guards crouched down to rest, and some even started smoking and chatting quietly.

It had already been a couple of hours, but the female Posthumans remained in their capsules without showing any odd behavior. The soldiers who had maintained their high vigilance throughout the night were starting to feel a little tired. "It’s okay to rest, but I don’t want any of you to let down your guard. Keep your eyes on those capsules," the sergeant who had been sitting motionless suddenly spoke. It immediately got the guards attention and they all replied with a "Yes, sir!"