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"Ugh, my whole body is sticky… Damn it! I wasn't the only one eliminated, so why the hell did I have to be the one at the front!?"
Henes grumbled as he desperately tried to wipe off the paint covering nearly his entire body.
From head to toe, he was now a walking canvas, a living testament to the fact that he had become the biggest victim of Erik's ruthless tactics.
It was true—four of their squad members had already been eliminated, including himself.
But somehow, only Henes had been forced to stand on the front lines as a moving shield.
As he voiced his frustrations out loud, the people around him simply looked away, pretending not to hear.
Nearby, Hans, who was preparing to return to camp with his defeated squad, let out a small chuckle before waving lazily at them.
"Well then, good luck. If Erik pulls another stunt, make sure I hear about it later."
With that, Hans's team left the battlefield, while Henes continued lamenting his tragic fate.
