Today, I Have Yet to Become a Doll

The people behind immediately understood the yellow-haired man's intention and sped up, rushing towards the right finish line!

On the other track, the person who had been pushed in was already submerged by the tide of rabbits.

Another crazed rabbit joined the horde.

Everyone knew that what they did was tantamount to murder, but no one condemned it, no one complained. The survivors just sat there panting, tears streaming down their faces along with sweat, each one as if they had just been fished out of the water.

In the distance, the rabbit-headed man beckoned everyone again:

"Players, please return to the starting line for the third round."

The third round.

The final round.

As long as they survived this last round, this damned game would be over!

Everyone forced themselves to their feet and walked slowly towards the starting line.

Shen Mo carried Bai Youwei on his back again, walking at the back of the group. Bai Youwei could feel the damp sweat on his body.

After the lesson of the first round, the second family gave it their all. Most of them passed the finish line, with only two deaths, leaving seven remaining. But this did not mean that the next round would also have fewer casualties.

Because after two consecutive life-and-death escapes, everyone's physical strength was on the verge of exhaustion.

In other words, by the time the third round started, their speed would be greatly reduced.

Especially the middle-aged man, who was now trembling even when he walked and couldn't run at all.

Bai Youwei also noticed that the girl with glasses who had been dragged down was not dead, but injured. Her entire arm was stained red with blood, and the high heels in her hand were similarly bloody. The thin, long heels looked horrifying after being stained with blood.

The middle-aged man might have felt guilty and subconsciously avoided her.

Along the way, the atmosphere was even more depressing than before, deathly silent.

No one spoke, perhaps feeling despair, perhaps calculating their strategy for the next round.

Shen Mo and Bai Youwei were still at the back of the group.

He asked her, "Is this the method you mentioned, the one with a 100% chance of winning?"

"…Yes." Bai Youwei nodded slightly. "The rabbits cannot enter the correct finish line, so as long as one person runs in the wrong direction, we can predict which side the correct finish line is based on the rabbits' reaction."

Shen Mo sneered, "So you want to force us to kill each other?"

Bai Youwei remained silent.

Indeed… On the surface, this competition was a test of physical strength, but in reality, whoever could break through their bottom line and attack their companions would have a higher survival rate.

Like that middle-aged man, like that young man with yellow hair…

"You're quite accurate at judging people." Shen Mo had a newfound understanding of Bai Youwei and asked curiously, "Why do you think those two would make a move?"

"Nothing, just a feeling." Bai Youwei replied.

"Feeling?" Shen Mo laughed, "Could it be a woman's intuition?"

Bai Youwei curled her lips, "Excuse me, it's a cripple's intuition. When you're in a weak position, you become sensitive to the malice displayed by the strong."

Shen Mo pondered her words, "Interesting."

"It's actually just bullying the weak." Bai Youwei explained lightly. "When people are with those weaker than themselves, once they harbor evil thoughts, they will naturally show aggression. Husbands who abuse their wives, parents who beat their children, caregivers who bully the elderly, these people are all normal in their daily lives, so why can't they control their temper when facing their wives, children, and the elderly? It's because of the power imbalance. The strong can unscrupulously amplify the malice in their hearts and wantonly possess, humiliate, and even deprive the weak of their lives…"

She paused, then said faintly, "You probably can't understand."

Although she didn't know him well, she had heard her mother mention that Uncle Shen's son worked for the National Security Agency and was the youngest and most promising officer there. Someone like him would probably never understand what it was like to be in a weak position.

"I understand now." Shen Mo replied.

By this time, they had returned to the starting line, and the rabbit-headed man raised the starting pistol once more—

"Look." Shen Mo lowered his body, getting ready to run. "In front of it, we are all weak."

"Ready!—" the rabbit-headed man shouted.

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