They were also severely damaged.
The crossbow arrow had not only lost its arrows but had also been used as a melee weapon in the last battle, shattering it.
The beast trap was still usable.
The grappling hooks had been exhausted long ago.
However, that small knife still gleamed like new, although the venom on it had long been washed away by blood.
Thank you, Lord Jason!
Looking at the tools at hand, Galen thought silently, while also pondering how to properly repay Jason.
The sound of the propellers spinning caused Galen to look up.
Then, he saw someone slightly familiar.
The "contact" person who had taken Jason away before.
That towering cheekbone and the grey eyes, hair, made Galen remember vividly.
"Galen, congratulations,"
"So, you've gone from 'Golden Lamb' to 'Brutalizer.'"
Pers said in a calm tone.
However, he maintained a considerable distance from Galen, and made sure to stay close to the fully armed soldiers.
He was worried Galen might lash out and harm someone.
And it was all too normal.
Being a 'Golden Lamb' wasn't anything good in the first place.
After having barely won as a 'Golden Lamb', and then having to face 'Game Opposition', a regular person would have collapsed by now.
In a state of collapse, it was all too normal to direct anger at others.
Before Pers became a "contact", he had studied such experiences in class more than once, and after becoming a "contact", he had learned such 'experience' from his colleagues even more.
But contrary to Pers's expectations, Galen showed no sign of anger or insanity, he just nodded calmly and then directly asked, "Can I choose my own room now?"
Pers was surprised internally, but when it came to fulfilling his duties as a 'contact', he was meticulous.
Although these duties should have been the 'introducers'', the 'Golden Lamb' was a special case, it was just special circumstances that required special handling.
"I choose the apartment."
After Galen made his selection, Pers, following the rules, recited the 'Brutalizer' code of conduct that he had said no fewer than a hundred times.
Then, he put Galen to sleep.
Eyes plunged into darkness.
As the drowsiness hit, Galen fell asleep right away.
He was just too tired.
Not knowing how long he had slept, Galen woke up.
Looking at the unfamiliar room, Galen's gaze locked onto Pers.
"Player Galen, you will rest here until the F zone finals begin, you can call me with the handheld computer, I will be at your service 24 hours a day,"
Pers said, following the rules.
"Is 'Lord Jason' also here?"
Galen inquired tentatively.
Pers nodded his head.
Giving such an obvious answer did not violate the 'contact' rules.
In fact, to some extent, the 'game' planners encouraged 'contacts' to get closer to 'Brutalizers.'
That was naturally up to the 'contacts' themselves to decide.
Galen looked at Pers with expectation.
This time, Pers shook his head without hesitation.
"That's against the rules."
"You cannot see player Jason here."
"Likewise, you cannot communicate with player Jason in any form."
Pers articulated the rules.
Then, after his words fell, he repeated his previous statement.
"You can call me if you need anything else."
"If you're hungry, you can click on 'Nutrition Meal.'
Having said that, Pers turned and left.
Watching the 'door' revert to wood color, Galen couldn't help but sigh.
He really wanted to thank Lord Jason in person.
Unfortunately... huh?
As Galen was thinking, the wood-colored 'door' turned transparent again.
The 'contact' Pers appeared at the doorway once more.
Only this time, the Pers who appeared was a bit different from just before.
His face wore a trace of anxiety, and his eyes kept darting back.
"What would you like to say to player Jason?"
"I can pass on the message."
"Quickly, we don't have much time,"
Galen was taken aback.
This 'Golden Lamb' of lumberjack origin was a bit confused about what was happening.
It had just been established that this was against the rules.
So why has he appeared again?
Pers urged once more.
"I would like to thank Lord Jason and, if possible, I am willing to repay him with anything, including my life,"
Although he didn't know why Pers was doing this, Galen still spoke his true feelings.
That's what he thought, and that's what he would do.
And he didn't think there was anything wrong with that.
"Alright, I will convey that accurately."
With that, Pers closed the 'door'.
As the 'door' once again turned to 'wood color', Pers began to breathe heavily.
The tense emotion turned his face red, as if he were lacking oxygen.
Only heavy breathing relieved such emotions.
To be honest, Pers couldn't clearly explain.
It was roughly that a drowning man was grasping for the last straw.
As a 'contact', he was tightly controlled by the 'note writer.'
He wanted to ask for help, but no one around him was suitable.
Because he had violated the 'rules.'