The skull clock continued counting down. Three moons hung in the sky, each radiating a different-colored light. The bright sky gradually began to dim, signaling that night was approaching.The prisoners in the three different areas struggled to survive in whatever ways they could. Quite a few had already died, only to end up being swallowed by the orange-red roots.The fight in the open area of the dead forest continued without stopping. The atmosphere grew hotter and more thrilling for both the participants and spectators. Cheers and insults could be heard from far away.Eventually, Derry decided to watch the fights after thinking it over for quite some time. He sat high in a tree, completely caught up in the excitement.Time continued to pass until the final round finally arrived, where the winners of each previous match would face one another.The loud-voiced prisoner spoke up.“I just came up with an interesting idea. Before we watch the final fight between the six winners from th

The long-haired man immediately smiled.“All right. I suppose I shouldn’t disturb that kid’s sleep for now.”He leaned back in his chair while watching Laga.“I was actually going to order the Bokta to drag him out of that room. He... is incredibly lucky to be sleeping while the other prisoners are fighting for their lives during the first harvest.”The sky had grown completely dark.Most of the prisoners remained silent in their respective locations, except for a few who were still busy fighting.The moment the clock reached 24, every surviving prisoner was instantly transferred to a new location—except Laga.Laga continued sleeping soundly inside the room, occasionally rolling from side to side.The roots surrounding him continued to pulse.Several pieces of prisoners’ clothing could be seen caught in the roots above before disappearing in an instant.The prisoners had to adapt to their new surroundings.Some prisoners reunited with their companions, while others encountered enemies

Time continued to pass.The bright sky slowly turned into night. Tiny points of light shot toward the three areas, transforming into supply boxes.The prisoners scrambled to get their hands on the boxes. Fighting was inevitable, and it resulted in a considerable number of casualties.Some prisoners began to give up, forcing themselves to end their suffering in unusual ways. Some threw themselves into ravines, others drowned themselves in the sea, and some deliberately remained in place as buildings collapsed around them.The skull clock continued counting down. Time seemed to move painfully slowly for some prisoners, while others felt it pass quickly because they were too engrossed in the pleasure of slaughtering their opponents.As the clock neared twelve, signaling the end of the third area, Laga was still fast asleep in the same room. He had rolled quite far from his original position and was snoring softly.Laga opened his eyes several times, but each time, he quickly fell back as

The massive roots continued pulsing as they began to move, intertwining with one another.Several roots surrounding Laga moved away from him, creating a rectangular space among the other roots that continued twisting and connecting with one another.The room continued moving upward, heading toward an unknown destination.Amid the mysterious attacks and panic spreading across the three areas, Laga remained fast asleep. He rolled from side to side, occasionally opening his eyes before falling asleep again.The prisoners continued running away from the collapsing ground, falling trees, and crumbling buildings, while others were still fighting to seize and protect their Core Coins and supplies.Ale and Derry were caught in the middle of the panicking prisoners. They watched as the ground continued cracking and buildings collapsed around them.“Oh, God.” Ale gripped Derry’s clothes even tighter and looked up at the sky. “I’m jealous of the prisoners who can fly.”Derry looked over his shou

The skull clock continued counting down.The three moons still illuminated the dark sky. Their light grew dimmer as time continued to run out. Less than four hours remained before the First Harvest ended.The prisoners filled the bone bridges. Some were slumped over and no longer moving. Others continued forward despite their exhaustion. Some were swallowed by collapsing sections of the bone bridges, while the rest continued fighting relentlessly, blocking the path for everyone behind them.Thick fog began appearing around the bridges.Screams echoed alongside the sounds of footsteps, booming explosions, and weapons clashing against one another.“Run faster!” shouted a woman being carried on the backs of four male prisoners. “Give me water and bread now!”Two prisoners threw glue and chewing gum created by their abilities onto the path and railings, trapping several prisoners and preventing them from moving.“You bastards!”“Let me go!”“What the hell are you doing?” shouted one of th