Chapter 5

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The pirates had set their sights on the treasure of God Valley, and the Navy was determined to protect the Celestial Dragons on the island. Though their reasons differed, countless ships were heading toward God Valley.

However, this didn't disrupt the ongoing events on God Valley.

The Celestial Dragons' hunting activity continued as planned. Even when the higher-ups received news, they had no intention of stopping. To them, it was a trivial matter.

The team sent to capture the Bacanarian slave hadn't returned, but the Celestial Dragons didn't bother sending more people. In their eyes, slaves couldn't escape the island, and having such a high-value target escape early only added to the game's excitement.

From the start, the Celestial Dragons had been releasing some slaves, encouraging them to hide, making the game more enjoyable.

Meanwhile, Orlan and Ivankov's group was growing. First to join was the Bacanarian slave, Bartholomew Kuma.

Despite being the largest, Kuma was the youngest. Orlan had to put some thought into connecting him with the future timeline, recognizing him as the future Warlord, the Tyrant Kuma.

Like the Lunarians, the Bacanarian tribe was exterminated by the World Government due to their race. The legend of Nika within their tribe made them even more of a target.

When Kuma was born, someone leaked his blood information from the hospital, leading the World Government's agents to his family. His parents were killed, and Kuma was enslaved, ending up in God Valley.

"Incredible recovery, Kuma. Are you alright now?"

Orlan marveled at Kuma's resilience. Despite being knocked out and beaten, he recovered and moved freely within minutes.

"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you for your concern. You're a good person."

Since his father was killed by the Celestial Dragons for making noise, Kuma couldn't remember the last time someone called his name. Slave numbers were his only identity.

"A good person? That doesn't quite fit me. Alright, everyone, you should know the situation by now."

Orlan found Kuma's label naive, then addressed the group, now over twenty people strong, mostly slaves and some bewildered natives of God Valley.

Just as there were those who tried to curry favor with the Celestial Dragons, there were those who chose to resist. Faced with an opportunity, they naturally made different choices.

Orlan treated some injuries, using his medical knowledge. As a scientist, he also delved into medicine and prosthetics, preferring to handle these himself.

Treating these people served to facilitate their cooperation for the upcoming plan and to show goodwill.

First impressions would theoretically improve their cooperation.

Ivankov was explaining the situation to them.

"Plunder resources, drive out natives, and play a killing game.

There are about 100,000 people on this island. In the Celestial Dragons' plan, all will be killed in three weeks! Unbelievable? But it's the reality! You're lucky today. We have one, no, two ways to survive! Decide now, will you join us or what?"

Ivankov felt he had made things clear, but someone still held onto false hopes about the Celestial Dragons.

"Didn't they say we'd be freed if we survive the three weeks?"

Ivankov's words plunged the group into silence. After a moment, a middle-aged man voiced the question.

"Do you really believe that nonsense?! The Celestial Dragons have done this before, and no one has ever survived!"

The Celestial Dragons wouldn't outright tell their prey they'd be killed. They used the promise of freedom to lure them into a game.

Though they killed everyone each time, leaving no witnesses, they spread lies about previous survivors to give new slaves false hope and even anticipate the next event.

Giving hope and then destroying it was something the Celestial Dragons enjoyed.

"How could this be..."

"It's simple. Would you rather eat a lifeless fish or a fresh, energetic one?

Hope makes you run desperately, which is their game. But this game has no victory. Escaping the rules is the only way out.

If you want to believe the Celestial Dragons, feel free to hide alone."

At this point, Orlan finished treating the last person's wound and took over from Ivankov.

"We've explained the situation. Does anyone want to leave now?"

After waiting a moment and seeing no response, Orlan understood their mindset.

"Good. Our goal now is survival. Everyone, regardless of age or gender, must contribute. Tell us your skills; we need to prepare for the next steps. I don't want anyone dragging us down."

Orlan then displayed the Hextech teleporter model, proving the feasibility of the plan.

People are social creatures. When everyone was at a loss, Orlan provided direction, naturally becoming their leader.

The natives knew the terrain better and shared this information, allowing the group to split up.

Ivankov and Ginny went to the shipyard to bring craftsmen to the designated meeting point.

Given the ship's special nature, Orlan didn't want to expose it to everyone.

Orlan took a group to the nearby granary to stock up on food.

Before splitting up, Orlan called Ivankov and Ginny aside. As the first people he met, Orlan trusted them more.

"Ivan, the net gun can fire different bullets. Sometimes nets aren't enough. If needed, you should be ready to shoot."

"Ha ha, leave it to me. I won't hesitate."

Ivankov took the special ammo from Orlan, who then pulled out several purple syringes from a storage box.

(End of Chapter)