Staring at the ball of worms in the photo, a sliver of unease crossed Renee Kane's mind. 'What is going on? These things never appeared in my past life!'
'Is this a butterfly effect caused by my rebirth?'
'Or is it because…'
'…the player death rate in this instance was too low?'
Renee Kane didn't know why she had such a strange thought, but she carefully recalled her past life. Without the existence of "Miss Black Tights," no players had sold cold-weather gear or even food.
Likewise, there were none of the incidents stirred up by The Anti-Missy Alliance and The Sanctuary Guild.
Not to mention the players who had frozen to death in the winter nights for lack of supplies and food, by this same point in time, the slaughter between convoys had already been in full swing.
Beneath the thick layer of snow were piles of bodies—the snow-clearers who had been used as cannon fodder and "consumables."
