All the Survivors were furious, everyone searching everywhere, trying to find any trace of the food thief. After a round of searching, not even a shadow was found.
This made quite a few people laugh in exasperation,
"I don't even know if I can survive this time. If I can't, I'll probably be the first one to starve to death."
"This is actual despair, isn't it? Someone realized they won't get out, so they stole everyone else's food?"
"Honestly, I'm not hungry. I brought plenty of compressed biscuits in my backpack. But this is still my last meal."
...
Countless people muttered to themselves, as if their words were meant for the audience in the livestream room.
The Blood Nurse stepped outside. Finding humans inside the Dungeon was an easy task for her.
She quickly found her target—a middle-aged man. When she saw him, he was wiping beads of sweat from his forehead.
