I Have Yet to Become a Doll Today

Chapter 8 - 8: 8: Who is the Weak One

On the other track, the person who was pushed in was already overwhelmed by the wave of rabbits.

In the swarm of bunnies, another frantic rabbit was added.

Even though everyone knew this act was tantamount to murder, no one condemned it, no one complained. The survivors just sat where they were, panting heavily, tears and sweat flowing together. Everyone looked as disheveled as if they had just been pulled out of the water.

In the distance, the rabbit-headed person waved to everyone again:

“Please return to the starting point for the third round of competition.”

The third round.

The final round.

As long as they could survive the final round, this damn game would end!

Everyone tried to pull themselves together and slowly walked towards the starting point.

Shen Mo hoisted Bai Youwei on his back again and walked at the end of the group. Bai Youwei could feel the cold sweat on him.

Learning from the lessons of the first round, everyone had done their utmost in the second round. Most passed the finish line, only two people died, now there were seven remaining. But this didn’t mean the death toll would lessen in the upcoming third round.

This was because after two consecutive life-and-death runs, everyone’s stamina was on the brink of exhaustion.

That is to say, by the time of the third round, everyone’s speed would drastically reduce.

Especially that middle-aged man, his legs shaking even just walking, he couldn’t run at all.

Bai Youwei also noticed that the bespectacled girl who had been dragged down didn’t die, but was injured, her entire arm soaked red with blood. The high heels in her hand were also bloody, the long, thin heels made people shudder after being stained with blood.

The middle-aged man perhaps felt guilty, he consciously avoided her.

Along the way, the atmosphere was even more oppressive than before, filled with a heavy gloom.

No one spoke, maybe they were feeling desperate, or maybe they were each contemplating strategies for the next round.

Shen Mo and Bai Youwei still lagged behind at the end of the line.

He asked her, “Is this what you meant by a hundred percent sure way to win the game?”

“…Yes,” Bai Youwei nodded gently, “The rabbits can’t enter the correct finish line, so as long as one person runs in the wrong direction, we can judge where the right finish line is from the rabbits’ reaction.”

Shen Mo smirked, “So, they want us to kill each other?”

Bai Youwei remained silent.

It was indeed so… On the surface, the competition is about physical strength. But in fact, those who could break the bottom line and attack their peers would have a higher survival rate.

Like that middle-aged man, or that blonde youth…

“You’re quite good at reading people,” Shen Mo developed a new understanding of Bai Youwei and curiously asked her, “Why did you think those two would strike?”

“Nothing, just a feeling,” Bai Youwei replied.

“A feeling?” Shen Mo laughed, “Is that woman’s intuition?”

Bai Youwei made a face, “Sorry, it’s a cripple’s intuition. As someone who’s disadvantaged, you become very sensitive to any malice shown by those in power.”

After listening, Shen Mo pondered: “It’s interesting.”

“Actually, it’s just bullying,” Bai Youwei explained lightly, “When people are dealing with those weaker than themselves, once they harbor evil intentions, they naturally display aggressiveness. Abusive husbands, child-beating parents, elder-abusing caregivers, these people are ordinary in other aspects of life. Why is it that when they face their wives, children, or the elderly, they can’t control their tempers? It’s because of the disparity in power. The strong can amplify the malice in their hearts without any scruples, they can possess, humiliate, and even take the life of the weak…”

As she spoke, she couldn’t help but pause and softly said, “You probably wouldn’t understand.”

Even though they weren’t well acquainted, her mother had told her that Shen Mo’s son worked at the National Security Administration, he was their most promising young officer. He, being such a person, would probably never understand what it feels like to be at a disadvantage.

“I understand now,” Shen Mo replied.

At this point, they had returned to the starting line. The rabbit-headed man once again raised the starting gun—

“See,” Shen Mo crouched low, ready to sprint, “In front of it, we are all weak.”

“Ready! ——” The rabbit-headed man gave the command.