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Sunan watched God Tone's furious actions as he struck the ground. Although a faint smile appeared on his face, it was overshadowed by an inexplicable sense of sorrow and embarrassment. God Tone's reaction was undoubtedly juvenile and comical, yet in this life-and-death moment, that slight absurdity offered Sunan a brief respite from the tension. He chuckled softly, the sound tinged with a hint of choking emotion, as the laughter exacerbated the pain in his back.
Feeling Sunan's gaze and faint laughter, God Tone turned his head, his eyes filled with displeasure and a touch of self-deprecating anger as he glared at Sunan, as if to say, "Are you still in the mood to laugh?" However, Sunan's smile was not one of mockery; it was an attempt to find a sliver of humanity amidst the disaster. Realizing this, God Tone's glare gradually softened. His anger and embarrassment were slowly replaced by understanding and sympathy. He sighed and sat back down, facing this difficult time alongside Sunan.
Sunan's smile grew more mischievous as he couldn't help but tease God Tone. "Haha, looks like we have to rely on you now! I thought you only knew how to slack off in reality." His tone carried a hint of provocation and sarcasm, seemingly aiming to irritate God Tone, perhaps hoping to divert his attention from the despair before them.
Upon hearing Sunan's words, God Tone felt his previously calmed emotions flare up again. His face flushed red with anger, eyes burning with fury. "Say that again if you dare! Do you think we're playing a game right now? This is a real test of life and death!"
Sunan, however, remained unfazed and laughed even more playfully. "Haha, don't be mad, old man! Aren't we experiencing a real-life adventure? Shouldn't interesting things be shared?"
God Tone shook his head in exasperation, feeling helpless against Sunan's absurdity. Yet he couldn't deny that such banter seemed to slightly ease the current tense atmosphere.
"What... what should I do?" God Tone muttered to himself quietly. His gaze fell upon Sergeant Rad and Polnareff, two usually strong companions who now appeared so helpless.
God Tone stared at Sunan as the rumbling outside continued relentlessly, reminding him of the gravity of their crisis. Sunan spoke softly, his words hanging in the air like an invisible promise. "Look, your brother is still out there fighting... We can only rely on you now, God Tone... I believe in you; I know you can do it."
Sunan's sudden emotional words left God Tone feeling awkward. He wasn't accustomed to receiving such praise and expectations, especially in such a dire situation. His lips twitched slightly as he tried to find an appropriate response, but words seemed stuck in his throat, preventing him from articulating anything suitable.
He glanced around; the utterly useless Yolo and Yanyan remained unmoved like two indifferent statues. But when his gaze landed on the gravely injured Sergeant Rad and Polnareff—who he had just knocked unconscious—his heart sank heavily.
Polnareff lay on the ground, pale and motionless, as if already asleep in eternal darkness. Meanwhile, Sergeant Rad struggled to hold onto consciousness despite wearing a determined expression; yet his eyes betrayed hints of fatigue and helplessness.
God Tone's emotions became complex in an instant. He understood the heavy responsibility resting on his shoulders but simultaneously felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness and pressure. In this critical moment, all he could do was strive to protect those dear to him, no matter the cost.
In the dim light, God Tone crouched down, the weight of the stones pressing heavily upon him and the cold seeping into his skin. Each sound of battle from outside tightened his heart, as if each roar was striking at his nerves. His gaze drifted between the unconscious Polnareff and the groaning Sergeant Rad, each scene piercing his heart like a needle.
Sunan's words echoed in this silent space, trembling slightly yet filled with immense trust and hope, which weighed heavily on God Tone's shoulders. He had never imagined being entrusted with such expectations under these circumstances. He was someone who often mocked himself, but now he understood that this was not a moment for self-deprecation.
An impulse surged within God Tone, inspired by Sunan's words. He took a deep breath and shook his head, trying to dispel the fear and self-doubt. He decided to take on the responsibility, no longer willing to sit idly by.
"Sunan, you're right; I can't just give up!" God Tone said forcefully, his voice trembling slightly but revealing determination. "I will find a way to get us all out— for Polnareff, for Rad, and for my brother..."
He glanced at the stones in his hands; these cold fragments felt particularly heavy. His vision blurred—was it dust or tears? He couldn't tell. God Tone slowly stood up, wiping the dust and tears from his face with his sleeve, taking a deep breath to calm his emotions. He knew he couldn't give up here; he couldn't let Sunan's trust go to waste, nor could he allow Polnareff and Sergeant Rad's sacrifices to be in vain.
God Tone turned around, looking firmly at Polnareff and Sergeant Rad, his voice growing more resolute: "I will get us all out—Polnareff, Rad, hold on until I return." After saying this, he turned to Sunan, his eyes filled with renewed determination: "Sunan, take care of them while I find a way out."
The rumbling outside seemed to remind God Tone once again that his brother was still fighting; he could not afford to fail. God Tone bent down and began to move the stones again; each shift came with the strain of muscles and a boost of morale. In that moment, God Tone was no longer the reclusive gamer escaping reality but a true warrior—a responsible older brother and a leader ready to carve a path for his friends.
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