The pirates have set their sights on the treasures of God Valley, while the Navy is tasked with protecting the Celestial Dragons on the island. Despite differing motivations, countless ships are heading toward God Valley. However, this situation has not hindered anything happening on the island. The hunting activities of the Celestial Dragons continue as planned, and even when the high-ranking leaders received news, they showed no intention of stopping. To them, this is merely a trivial matter.

The team sent to capture the Bakaniya tribe slaves has not returned, and the Celestial Dragons have not sent anyone to pursue them. In the eyes of the Celestial Dragons, slaves cannot possibly escape this island, so such a significant point of escape might even add some fun to their game. Specifically, from the very beginning, the Celestial Dragons have been gradually releasing some slaves, allowing them to hide as best as they can to make their game even more enjoyable.

At the same time, the number of people in Orlan and Ivankov's team has begun to increase, starting with the previously escaped Bakaniya slave, Bartholomew Kuma. Although he appears to be the largest person in the group, he is, in fact, the youngest. Orlan even put in some effort to fit him into that future timeline as one of the Seven Warlords, the Tyrant Kuma. Like the Lunarians, the Bakaniya tribe has also faced extermination by the World Government due to their ethnicity, especially since the legend of Nika circulates among them, making them a thorn in the side of the World Government.

When Kuma was born, someone in the hospital leaked his blood information, leading the World Government's minions to his door. From then on, Kuma's family became slaves, his parents died one after another, and Kuma was treated by the Celestial Dragons as a slave that needed to be dealt with, sent here along with others.

“Such an exaggerated recovery ability, Kuma, is your body okay now?” Orlan looked at Kuma, who seemed fine, and was somewhat amazed by the physical condition of this tribe. He was knocked unconscious by a heavy blow to the back of his head and was beaten with clubs, yet he could move freely just a few minutes later.

“Yeah, I’m fine now. Thank you for your concern; you’re a good person.” Since his father was killed by the Celestial Dragons under the pretext of making noise, Kuma can no longer remember how long it has been since anyone called him by his name; 'slave' and a numerical code are all that refer to him.

“A good person... that term doesn’t really suit me. Alright, everyone, you should all be clear about the situation now, right?” Orlan felt that Kuma was a bit naive for suddenly defining him like that. He then looked at the people around him, noticing that their number had grown to more than twenty.

Most were slaves, with a small portion being the confused indigenous people of God Valley. Just like Kuma’s previous group, there are those who only wish to ingratiate themselves with the Celestial Dragons, while naturally, there are also those willing to resist and escape. With the opportunity before them, they would certainly make different choices.

Orlan was treating some people’s wounds. Aside from being a scientist, he also has a considerable understanding of medical research. Some matters involving potions and cyborg modifications were not something Orlan felt comfortable leaving to others; he handled them personally. Treating these people serves two purposes: to ensure smoother follow-up plans and to express goodwill. Under the influence of first impressions, their cooperation would theoretically be higher.

Meanwhile, Ivankov was educating them about the specific situation here. “Plundering resources, expelling indigenous people, and playing a killing game in the process. There are about one hundred thousand people on this island, and according to the Celestial Dragons’ plan, everyone will be killed without exception in three weeks! Hard to believe? But this is reality! You all are very lucky today; we have one... no, two ways to survive! Make a decision, everyone: will you join us, or how will you proceed?”

Ivankov felt he had made the situation very clear, yet there were still those who held inexplicable fantasies about the Celestial Dragons. “No... didn’t they say that as long as we survive these three weeks, we can regain our freedom?” Ivankov’s words plunged this small group into silence. After a brief moment of quiet, a middle-aged man was the first to voice this question.

“Do you really believe such nonsense?! The Celestial Dragons have done this before; in the past, no one has ever survived!” Of course, the Celestial Dragons wouldn’t say, “We’re going to kill you all; just be good targets for me.” Their strategy is to entice these people with the notion of freedom. Although they kill everyone each time, it also means there are no witnesses. After the event, they can casually say a few words to the remaining slaves at the Holy Land, provide a few false examples, and that will give the slaves a bit more hope for the future, even making them look forward to this kind of event. Giving hope and then personally extinguishing it, the Celestial Dragons enjoy that feeling.

“How could this be...?” “It’s a simple principle: a lifeless fish flipping on its belly and a vibrant fresh fish— which one would you prefer to eat? Having something to look forward to is what drives you to desperately escape. This is what those people refer to as a game, but there is no way to win in this game; breaking the rules is the only way out. If you’re willing to believe what the Celestial Dragons say, you can certainly find a corner to hide in.”

At that moment, Orlan finished bandaging the last person and took over Ivankov’s words. “The situation has been explained to you all; does anyone want to leave now?” After waiting for a moment and seeing no one speak, Orlan understood their thoughts. “Then it’s simple. Our goal now is to survive, so regardless of age or gender, everyone must make a contribution. Share what you’re good at; we need to prepare for the next operation. I don’t want anyone dragging their feet at this time.”

Then, Orlan showcased the Hexafly Gate model in his hands to prove the feasibility of the plan. Humans are social beings, and when everyone is at a loss, Orlan provided a direction, naturally becoming the guide for that direction. The local people of God Valley are more familiar with the terrain. After summarizing the geography of the area, this small team began to split up.

Ivankov and Ginny went to the shipyard they had contacted earlier to bring some craftsmen to the agreed meeting point. The situation at the shipyard is somewhat special, so Orlan had no intention of exposing it to everyone. Meanwhile, Orlan took people to a nearby granary to store some food for future needs. Before parting, Orlan called Ivankov and Ginny aside. As the first people he got to know, Orlan trusted them a bit more.

“Ivankov, although I gave you a net gun, that gun can also shoot different types of ammunition. Sometimes a rope net won’t scare the enemy; you should be ready to shoot when necessary.” “Haha, leave it to me; I won’t hold back when that time comes.” Ivankov took the special ammunition Orlan handed over, and Orlan followed up by taking out several purple syringes from the storage box...