Wu Lili fainted dead away.

“Although the process was less than satisfactory, we’ve finally achieved the result we needed.” The Supervisor looked pleased and waved its hand gently. Ten flowers immediately flew out from the bottles and gathered in the Supervisor’s hands.

Whether bright or dull, blooming or withered, they all gathered into one bunch, including Wu Lili’s bare stem, becoming a bouquet.

“I accept your gifts,” the Supervisor smiled. “Now, let me invite you to attend the friend’s party.”

As its words fell, the long table and vases all disappeared.

And the distant forest was approaching at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Everyone felt astonished. Only after looking around did they realize it was the lawn beneath their feet that was moving—as if possessing conscious life, crawling close to the ground surface, carrying people forward in rapid sliding motion.

Everyone stood frozen, not daring to move.

Although there was no sensation of biological wriggling underfoot, the situation was enough to make people break out in cold sweat.

They passed through the grassland…

Passed through the forest…

Passed through that flower sea.

Finally, they stopped at the end of the flower sea, arriving outside a log cabin rich with vintage atmosphere.

Outside the cabin was a yard enclosed by a half-meter-high low fence. The Supervisor walked in and stood in the yard waiting for them.

Everyone entered successively, including the awakened Wu Lili.

Flowers were planted on both sides of the yard.

The flowers here were different from every flower in the flower sea. Their branches and leaves were strong and lush, with brightly colored flower buds on top, seemingly not yet in season, not yet open.

Everyone stood in the yard, nervously waiting for the Supervisor’s next instruction.

“What should we do about this?” the Supervisor said with a smile. “I forgot—my home only has six chairs. I sit in one, leaving five. It seems some people can only stay here.”

Bai Youwei understood.

Eighteen people eliminated eight, now ten people would eliminate five more.

“What game do you want us to play now?” she asked.

The Supervisor: “Since we’re friends, we should naturally play friends’ games.”

The Supervisor stood before the cabin door, raising one hand. A stack of black cards appeared out of thin air in its palm.

“Here are ten cards, each with a word on it. The cards will be randomly distributed to you, and what you need to do is find the player holding the same word as yourself, then through voting, eliminate players whose words are different.”

Shen Mo asked, “How do we determine if the other person’s word matches ours?”

The Supervisor smiled as it explained, “To become friends, you must seek common ground while eliminating differences. Each round you have one chance to speak. Finding your true friends through these statements—isn’t it marvelous?”

A petite woman asked hesitantly, “Um… can’t we just tell each other the word directly?”

The Supervisor looked at her, its blue eyes reflecting the woman’s timid face. “No, even mentioning a single character will result in immediate elimination.”

Everyone fell silent, rapidly pondering in their minds the game rules, characteristics, how to clear the game…

Lives were at stake—no detail could be taken lightly.

The Supervisor’s gaze swept across their faces one by one, seeming to observe smugness on certain people’s faces, and reminded them, “Oh right, using foreign languages, dialects, or codes to transmit information is also not allowed.”

Several people’s faces immediately changed.

But the Supervisor only grew more pleased. It quite appreciated these faces struggling in despair, suffering in pain.

Very vivid…

Mm, increasingly feeling the reality of life…