Just kidding, in the vast ocean, Deshiva Haige is a noble royal princess with a daughter-in-law. How could she pull out her dirty bones and lie in such a shameful coffin?

"Oh, I said Miss Haige, now is not the time to be picky."

Cody hurried over and persuaded, "For us small characters in this promotion match, survival is the king. We have to have combat effectiveness but no combat effectiveness, tactics but no tactics. If we don't live, would we still have to go out to fight with them?"

"Yes, Miss Haige."

Ritchie Taylor, who had already sat in the coffin, nodded and persuaded straightforwardly, "Now there is Stuart, Charles, and Helen Glacier outside. They are all great nobles, and most of the contestants are dependent on them. We go out and unless we ask them to be cannon fodder, we will not even have a chance to resist and will be easily eliminated."

"I don't want those great nobles to deal with each other. They are all guys who look down on others."

Pilt, who looked poor, also sat in the coffin and shook his head, saying, "Oh, this place is a bit dirty, but I would rather hide here and wait until the final round to get some points, improve the ranking, and finally survive until the end. That's enough."

"But, but..." Princess Haige's face was still repulsive. Looking at the rotten coffin and the ugly and disgusting skeletons in the coffin, every cell in her body was full of resistance.

"Oh, Miss Haige, there's nothing to do now. We are lying in this coffin. Even if we hide until the end of the competition, no one will find us. At that time, we will try to score points on the periphery and pick up bargains. If we are lucky, we may advance to the next round of finals!"

Cody tried hard to comfort her, and while actively pushed open the lid of the main coffin in the tomb chamber, he reached out to clear the inside randomly, and recommended, "Miss Haige, this is definitely the best coffin here!"

However, the best coffin is also a coffin, and Princess Haige is about to vomit.
Chapter completed!