Everyone tacitly ignored the words of Fortune God's Only Daughter.
She quickly added, "There need to be three prisoners. Whoever wants to volunteer can do so, but I’m definitely not going to be one. Don’t even think about it. At worst, we can let Qiuqiu randomly assign roles—I still have a 1/10 chance of becoming the leader..."
Sister Cut You turned her head and scoffed, "Relax, we won’t make you a prisoner. Kids should stay in the back. With your height, if you stood in the fish tank, you’d drown before it even filled up."
Fortune God's Only Daughter flushed red, her eyes wide as if trying to see through everyone.
She couldn’t understand why she was being treated this way. Weren’t they all part of the same team? Shouldn’t they be united against outsiders and assign her a prisoner role first?
Ballpoint Pen spoke up, "My skills... seem to overlap with Bian’s. We only need one strategist, so I’ll take the prisoner role. Maximizing benefits is what matters most—I trust everyone here."
It was then that Qi Xu truly felt her own shortcomings and helplessness. Faced with this kind of situation, she had no idea how to speak up. Back when she was a lone wolf, she’d never encountered such a battlefield.
She couldn’t just act like a "big shot" and dictate roles, nor did she know how to respond when someone volunteered to be a prisoner.
Starting over only gave her more experience—things she hadn’t encountered before and wasn’t good at still remained beyond her.
Take Muzi Li and Ballpoint Pen, for example. They were sisters and first-time collaborators. Asking both of them to be prisoners? Qi Xu couldn’t even imagine it.
But then Retired Magical Girl stepped forward. She completely understood her leader’s dilemma. Qi Xu was too kind-hearted, and everyone here was sensitive and thoughtful. Now was her time to shine!
She even gave Qi Xu a reassuring look.
With exaggerated flair, she declared, "No matter what, one of the prisoner roles has to go to me! I’m just a weakling who can’t fight or carry anything. As a puppet, I’d get flattened by a monster in one hit. Calling me a warrior would be an insult to the title.
My brain’s not cut out for strategist, and leader? Forget it. Prisoner is perfect for me—no thinking, no work, just waiting for you all to rescue me!
Ballpoint Pen, sis, don’t fight me for this. Look at those muscles of yours—you’re clearly stronger than me. Have mercy on this useless girl, okay? Love you the most~"
Retired Magical Girl playfully clasped her hands under her chin, putting on a cute act.
Ballpoint Pen paused, suddenly realizing why Invincible Black Whirlwind had thrived so much. Not only was she powerful herself, but she also had an eye for talent.
Just look at this team. With a slightly different lineup, they’d probably be at each other’s throats by now.
She nodded. She had been humble earlier—her stats had already surpassed 70. She wasn’t a top-tier fighter, but she’d trained relentlessly, surviving near-death situations so often her pain tolerance had dropped.
Being a puppet was indeed more fitting than being a prisoner. She’d only volunteered earlier because roles were hard to assign.
"Alright, thanks for trusting me, Magic Girl. I’ll take the puppet role. Don’t let my slim build fool you—I can take a hit."
Retired Magical Girl gave a thumbs-up. "Sis, you’re amazing! Now I’m even more confident~"
Luo Xinpan then posted her stats, waiting for the group’s surprised reactions before speaking.
"I think I’m best suited for the strategist role. Strategists can’t fight back, and I have no combat ability anyway—my stats say it all. Nothing wasted here."
She paused, then added with a hint of smugness, "The reason I became the second player after Whirlwind to reach a Level 6 vehicle? Brains. I hope you’ll trust me with this role."
Watch Me Cut You Down nodded immediately. "No argument here. Bian’s got the brains. With three prisoners settled, I’ll take puppet."
Breaking Cocoon into Butterfly shook her head. "With your combat instincts, wasting them on a role where you can’t control yourself is a shame. I’ll be the puppet. I’ve trained in martial arts since childhood, so my overall combat ability is decent.
But what I learned weren’t killing moves, so I’m at a slight disadvantage here. I don’t know how the puppet role works, but I’m the type who can both tank and fight."
La La chimed in eagerly, "Then I’ll be a puppet too! I can tank and fight! Sisters, don’t worry—La La will protect you with everything I’ve got! I mean it!"
Bian noticed Qi Xu’s silence and understood her struggle. As a leader, she still had room to grow.
But there was time, and they were here for her. That was what a team was—complementing each other’s strengths.
She continued, "Then Sister Cut You and... that kid can be warriors. With Sister Cut You protecting you, you should be safer. Just stay back and don’t get in her way."
Fortune God's Only Daughter’s lips twitched, her eyebrows raised so high they might never come down. "Oh, hilarious. You all really think I’m trash?"
Dongfang Yuan arched a brow, her expression saying it all: "Aren’t you?"
Tsk. This kid’s temper was something else.
Fortune God's Only Daughter rolled up her sleeves, flexing her wrists and ankles. "Since you’re being decent, I won’t screw you over. You’ll see what I’m made of in battle. Let me repeat: I’m not garbage—not in character, not in skill."
Retired Magical Girl grinned at the girl, squatting to flash a heart sign.
"Sweetie, you’re so adorable when you’re mad! Those puffed cheeks~ I believe in you! You’re definitely super strong! Let’s all survive this, okay? After we get out, I’ll gift you a pink dress!"
Fortune God's Only Daughter had had enough. She leaned back, closing her eyes to rest. There was no point arguing—this group couldn’t tell sincerity from sarcasm.
And even after her outburst, they were still babying her? How amusing...
Suddenly, joining this dungeon didn’t seem so bad. Her dull life had gained some excitement—she almost felt eager to fight.
She just hoped everyone meant what they said. Let the reality check come slowly. Please don’t show her the ugliness of desperation too soon.
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