Chapter 130

Time slipped by swiftly, and under the guards’ escort, Ethan and the others returned to the men’s area.

Today’s intel from the women’s camp got pooled and sorted by the group.

For Ethan or Julian alike, the haul from the women didn’t shift the game fundamentally.

No point in hoarding, then.

Like the fourth level, the blacks’ “correction” of purples neared its end.

That’s when the fourth triggered the tide phenomenon too.

The Prison turned translucent, bloodshot eyes bulging against the walls.

It felt like plunging into icy seawater, a sour sting in nose and mouth, suffocation clawing back.

As the last purple met execution at black hands, the swarming fluorescent wave demons faded with the choking grip.

Everyone noticed: twice now, the tide halted only after one side wiped the other.

Just as Oscar said, the tide might ebb with time, but slaughter sped the cure.

After huddling, they decided to quiz the blacks’ leader, David, for basics.

But the old man met them with frost.

“I’ve got nothing for you.”

David’s voice cut cold. “Don’t bother the others either—without my say-so, they won’t bite.”

“Of course, if you’re feeling bold, give it a whirl.”