Chapter One-Hundred-and-Sixty-Seven
“How did Sofia not dodge the attack?” Adam grilled his cube. “She was wearing a Relic that lets her dodge…”
[It is not possible to dodge an attacker who is holding on to you while using the Skittish Skaters Relic, since the Relic moves the wearer’s entire body.]
Adam frowned. “That’s fucking bullshit.”
“It’s my fault,” Luo said from where he was sitting next to Sofia’s body. “I should’ve convinced her to just leave.”
“If anything, I’m the one to blame,” Adam said. “I relied too much on my blood sense to realise that the old woman was still holding her knife. I should’ve known better. I should’ve carried healing potions on me.”
“Stop acting like everything is your responsibility!” Luo retorted. “Sofia and I were always getting hurt, so we should’ve been the ones to realise that we needed to bring potions.”
Kat came over, holding the face of the Changeling, which she’d removed from the severed wooden head using her daggers. “Neither of you are to blame,” she said. “In the real world, Sofia would not have died. Her bleeding was stopped. Her blood was transfused back into her body. I have seen this injury before, and the person survived because their wound was patched up and they received CPR until the ambulance arrived. Sofia died because the System designed the rules of its game to be incongruent with reality.”
She’s right. The slimes from Stage One could kill someone just by bumping into their legs a few times, which is nonsense.
It’s because of our stats and how the Trials treat damage as numbers rather than actual injuries.