Galen looked at the night sky outside, and he knew very well that as soon as he went out, he'd be attacked—his shimmering golden fleece made him a target for all.
Galen looked down at the lighter in his hand again.
He knew this was his last chance.
To burn this golden fleece with fire.
Would it hurt under the flames?
Especially to burn off all the hair on one's body, that kind of pain was unimaginable.
Galen was crystal clear about this.
Because he wanted to survive.
The flame burst forth.
But Galen didn't set himself on fire right away.
Because he saw Jason!
Jason, standing in the courtyard.
Similarly, Jason saw Galen.
"What a surprise! What a surprise!"
"The golden lamb is actually near the birthplace of the Brutalizer."
"What will our Jason do?"
"Will he make his move?"
The 'Presenter' in the screen exclaimed loudly.
The 'audience' in the live broadcast began to look forward to it.
"Jason will take out the golden lamb, right?"
"Jason has never made a move against any player outside the Brutalizers."
"But that's not necessarily the case."
"It's just that he hasn't encountered them before."
"Now that he has, it's uncertain."
The 'audience' quickly divided into two factions, starting to argue.
For the 'audience,' this was perfectly normal.
Jason, however, was not affected at all.
Upon confirming that the 'golden lamb' was Galen, Jason had prepared himself to confront Galen.
How could hunting the 'golden lamb' in a deserted area compare with the thrill of being 'dropped' among a crowd and starting a chase?
And for choosing this 'crowd,' the Brutalizers were naturally more suitable than the 'survivors.'
After all, these Brutalizers had been communicated with.
In their plan, he was bound to be killed.
Those three Brutalizers were bound to win.
However, the situation was different now.
After glancing at Galen, Jason began to clean up the battlefield, gathering the bodies of the three Brutalizers and placing the weapons and gear belonging to the three Brutalizers to one side.
Beast Trap, automatic grappling hook, Crossbow Arrow, a poisoned dagger, and a skin bag.
The skin bag belonged to the Brutalizer who was like a 'mountain of flesh.'
Jason uncorked it and sniffed, and a strong scent of herbal medicine hit his nose.
With his limited knowledge of herbs, Jason couldn't determine what it was, but his intuition as a 'gourmet' told him the liquid wasn't poisonous and was beneficial for injured, exhausted bodies.
But it was of no use to him.
So, Jason casually resealed the cork and tossed the skin bag back to its original place on the ground.
Then, he looked up at the distant sky.
There, a heavy transport helicopter appeared and began to approach rapidly.
Pers and those soldiers descended from the aircraft.
'The Contact' Pers gestured to Jason, who nodded, and Pers immediately pressed the green button on the remote control.
Intense sleepiness struck again.
Jason lay down as if on cue.
The helicopter flew away.
Taking Jason, Pers, and those soldiers with it, leaving only Galen standing there, dumbstruck.
From start to finish, Jason never said a word.
Even, aside from the first glance, Jason hardly looked at him again.
But still, Galen felt Jason's 'kindness' once more.
He took a deep breath again.
Then, his gaze turned to the nearby place.
The Beast Trap, automatic grappling hook, Crossbow Arrow, poisoned dagger, and the medicine-filled skin bag were neatly laid out.