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Chapter 243 The Face of “Number Four” 

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But after asking several people in a row, she got almost the same answer every time. None of them knew the year, the month, or the day. They had no concept of dates. 

“We’ve lived here. since we were little,” said a boy who looked slightly older. “Well, not since birth exactly. Around five, maybe. Some of us were thrown in. Some were unwanted, bought, and dumped here. People take care of us. They train us.” 

Another girl picked up where he left off. “The teachers said that after we turn eight, a game starts. Only the last one alive gets freedom and gets to go outside.” 

No matter how you looked at it, the rules were cruel to the bone. 

But she still needed to understand the situation, so she asked, confused, “If only one person can live, then we’re all enemies, right?” 

“So, why did you save me?” 

Button curled her lip. “I didn’t want to save you. 

“He’s the one who saved you…” 

She pointed behind her. 

Following her finger, Maya looked over and saw a boy carrying firewood. His face was smudged with dirt, and he was staring at her with wide, eager eyes. 

It was hard to read that expression. He looked wronged, but also as if he was waiting for some kind of 

response. 

“I saved you,” the boy said, very seriously. “I brought you back.” 

Maya gave him a quick glance, clearly uninterested. “…Oh.” 

“Well, thanks, I guess.” 

She didn’t care who had saved her. 

So, this really was a killing ground set up by the Clarks, right? 

Maya lightly pressed a fingertip beside her lips, holding back the urge to bite down to soothe her anxiety, then stood. 

“Button, can you tell me the rules here?” 

She decided to just be direct. 

“I don’t really understand the rules here. To be honest, I really was shoved in halfway through.” 

…Sure. I could tell from the way you’re dressed that you were thrown in mid-game.” Button didn’t overthink it. Maya would find out sooner or later anyway, so she agreed easily. “The rule is to survive. 

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“Whoever makes it to the end gets to leave. 

“Honestly, I don’t get why those adults made rules like this either. Are they trying to raise poison bugs in a jar? No clue. 

“None of us wants to die, so for now, we can only stick together and make sure we’re safe.” 

“Question.” Maya raised her hand like some honor student. “If everyone just gets along, couldn’t we all stay alive? Do we really have to kill each other?” 

“That question is so dumb.” Button rolled her eyes. “If we can think of that, then the adults who made the rules definitely thought of it, too. That’s why they send people in regularly to cut down our numbers. 

“If the number of people doesn’t keep dropping, they enter the field and randomly kill some of us themselves. 

“Until everyone’s dead.” 

This was basically a real elimination game. The worst part was that they could only be killed-or kill each other. 

They had absolutely no power to fight back. 

Here, they were nothing but pieces for someone else to move around. 

Maya looked weak as hell, and she was dressed all nice and pretty, completely out of place among them. 

When Number 4 carried her back, they had even discussed what use she might have. 

She felt like nothing more than a pretty face. 

In a critical moment, they could always shove her out to die first. 

Maya still had no idea a whole group of kids had already slapped the label “sacrificial lamb” on her. 

After learning the rules, she finally, completely let out a breath of relief. 

Other than not knowing the year and being unable to confirm what point in time she’d been sent to. 

At least, there wasn’t some insane plot where she had to fight dinosaurs. For Maya, that alone was a blessing. 

That night, everyone’s stomachs rumbled with hunger. 

A bunch of kids huddled together, too hungry to feel even the slightest bit sleepy. 

No one knew who shouted first. 

“Did Number 4 find any food or not?” 

The little boy called Number 4 answered honestly, “I only found fruit.” 

“You useless trash.” 

A strong, sturdy boy slapped him hard across the shoulder without hesitation, making him stumble. 

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This kid was the group’s punching bag, plain and simple. Timid, weak, the kind everyone could step on whenever they felt like it. 

Maya watched for two seconds, then looked away and went back to zoning out. 

If this is the Clarks’ training ground, then there should be a Clark child here… She thought. 

Who would it be? 

Since nobody knew the year or date, Maya still couldn’t figure out exactly what point in time she’d landed in. 

Could this little trip through time let her see Dad as a child? Or maybe someone else she knew? 

Maya swept her gaze over the kids here. 

Honestly, no matter which one she looked at, none of them seemed like anyone she knew. 

Whether it was George or Toby, both had personalities that stood out hard. None of the kids here were anything like them. 

When night fell, the temperature on the island dropped sharply. 

The sticky heat of the daytime was cut through by the night wind, turning into a chill that sank straight into 

the bone. 

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