My Abyss Survival Diary

Chapter 92 Simon's Declaration

"My lord, please give me another chance!"

Sophia broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly followed Karl. She wanted to plead for him, but was blocked by the tall, monstrous-clad fanatic.

She tried to go forward, but Wilson desperately stopped her. The fanatic was holding a heavy nail gun, the dark muzzle pointed directly at them.

Carl walked to the campfire in the camp, casually poured out the cold coffee, and smiled. The chilling smile made people feel scared. Just as he said, those who participated in the killing game were too lax, and it was time to make an example of someone.

"You've disappointed me greatly, Miss Sophia. You can lead an entire army to defeat the Abyss Spawns, yet you can't even protect a tiny glass jar? You've truly disappointed me."

Sophia's pleas for mercy not only failed to earn Karl's forgiveness, but instead made him even more disgusted with her.

"I'll give you one minute to choose the unlucky one, or I'll have to kill all your companions." He issued his final ultimatum.

Elder Chalasou's brows were furrowed, Wilson's expression was stern, and the Imperial Adventurer's face was hidden behind his large helmet, but he also clenched his fists, looking far from calm.

The camp was eerily quiet. Everyone was waiting for the outcome. The tomb raiders belonging to Sophia's team were on pins and needles, their pale faces filled with terror. They were all waiting silently for Sophia to say a name, the name of a poor victim.

Sofia knelt on the ground, her beautiful face covered in dirt. In this moment, she knelt in humiliation and begged Karl to spare her companion.

Karl pulled a pocket watch from his pocket: "Ten seconds left, Miss Sophia. Choose the sacrifice, or everyone will die."

Ten seconds passed silently, and Sofia lifted her ferocious face from the mud.

"Eric..." she gritted her teeth and uttered a name.

"Eric!" Carl looked at her team. "Which one of you is Eric?"

A thin young man stepped out from the crowd. He didn't look like a combatant; he was probably a cook or a logistics worker.

His face was deathly pale, his whole body was trembling, and his legs were spasming uncontrollably. He quickly knelt on the ground, and in his panic, this poor victim vomited incessantly.

"Eric, poor Eric..." Karl, accompanied by two suits of steam armor, approached the young man and looked down at him.

"You're a lovely young man. I heard you singing while cooking the other day. I admire your passion for life, but I'm sorry, no one can break my rules." He pulled a syringe from his pocket. "Blame your boss; she failed to protect you."

The young man named Eric looked at Sofia one last time, his final gaze a mixture of pain, fear, sorrow, and deep resentment.

Then he closed his eyes.

Sofia lunged forward, her hand reaching for the pistol at her waist. At the critical moment, Wilson swiftly grabbed her collar and held her hand tightly with his other hand, preventing her from drawing the pistol from her waist.

The fanatic pressed down on the youth's shoulders. He struggled desperately, but was eventually pinned to the muddy ground.

Everyone present was watching the execution. Karl bent down and injected an entire syringe of medicine into the back of the young man's neck.

In less than a minute, the injection took effect, and the young man named Eric began to cry. Dark, viscous tears, like tar, flowed continuously from his eyes. He let out a painful howl, and a large amount of liquid gushed from his mouth and nose.

He was still wailing, but his cries were quickly choked by the viscous liquid, and he finally collapsed to the ground, dying in the most painful way.

Most of the people present had crawled out of piles of corpses and had a relatively strong tolerance for pain, but seeing this scene, quite a few of them still vomited.

Charasu gazed at the corpse, his eyes filled with pity, while Simon sighed and shook his head.

With the hostages they had just rescued, everyone, escorted by steam armor, headed towards the gates of the Friendly Camp.

"I don't want to leave the camp, Simon. Why did you save me first?" Professor Loris sighed. "I have food and drink in the camp, and I'm not in any danger. Why didn't you save Klein? Why didn't you save Pick? Why did you have to save this old man?"

His complaints reached the ears of the others, and Sophia gritted her teeth in anger, but Wilson stopped her.

As we left the camp, the gate slowly closed.

The atmosphere instantly became tense. Conflicts were not allowed inside the camp, but outside, they would fight each other because of the Killer Bees.

The various factions remained silent, following Simon's lead for about another kilometer.

"Simon, hand over the Killer Bees."

Elder Chalasu was the first to speak. He approached Simon because he knew that Simon possessed a rare White-Eyed Killer Bee.

Meanwhile, the two cave raiders set their sights on the adventurer from the empire, who possessed more than twenty monstrous bees.

"I have something to say before the fight begins."

Amid the tense atmosphere, Simon did not make the first move, but instead called for a temporary halt.

Elder Chalasu stopped in his tracks, stopping his son and grandson. The tomb raiders also stopped what they were doing, and everyone looked at Simon.

"No matter what Karl promised you, he was deceiving you. He never cared about your wishes; he only thought about achieving his own goals." Simon calmly looked at each face around him. "No matter how hard you try, you will never achieve your wishes."

Upon hearing this, Elder Chalasu shook his head.

"I have no choice, Simon. I must lead my people out of the abyss, even if it's just a sliver of hope."

"And what about your people? If he changes the rules again, making you hand over ten Killer Bees a day or he'll kill your people, would you willingly watch them be slaughtered?"

Elder Chalasu instinctively wanted to object, but he knew in his heart that such a thing was absolutely possible ever since Karl first changed the rules.

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Sophia asked Simon impatiently.

Simon looked at her and then uttered something astonishing:

"I'm declaring war on all of you!"

The expressions of everyone present from all factions changed drastically!

"Simon von Alter hereby swears that I will end this game. Anyone who is manipulated by Karl will be my enemy. You will either follow me and rebel against Karl, or you will be hunted down by me."

At this moment, his sharp edge was fully revealed, and the cold killing intent in his eyes told everyone present that he was absolutely serious.

"No one can remain neutral, no one can escape... In the next few days, I will smash the glass jars on each of you, release your monstrous bees, and force you into a corner. If you don't want to watch your men be killed by Karl, then follow me! Join me in killing that bastard and then divide his inheritance."

"Join me and let's end this absurd game."