Can the sadness that magic cannot take away be offset by love?

Iris here.

While Ernest was fighting with the shadow, she decisively ran to the edge of the map. On the one hand, she wanted to unlock the map at the edge, and on the other hand, she wanted to collect the heads of those left in the safe zone at the edge.

In fact, wouldn't the first round be just a simple elimination match, leaving 500,000 people, and then what? Everyone would disband and go home to rest?

What about the generous rewards promised at the beginning? Each round of competition has corresponding rewards. How will these rewards be distributed among the 500,000 people in the end? Will they be divided equally among each person? Is this just a game of house? Especially the highlight of each round of competition - those rare single prizes, how will they be divided? Will each of the 500,000 people cut off a little and take it home as a souvenir?

According to the convention of the exchange competition, the 500,000 people who remain will be involved in more intense competition, and the resources that each person can finally get will be determined in some way.

In order to select the contestants who can get the rare single prize, the number of people in the field will continue to decrease. Suppose an extreme situation - the few remaining people can't find each other in the map which is more than enough for five million people to move around. You went to the west and I went to the east, you ran to the south and I ran to the north, and we will never meet each other. How can the competition go on?

The reduction of the map is inevitable, and the places that will be reduced are: Iris tends to be the marginal areas where a large number of permanent safe houses are stationed.

Moreover, so far, the tasks and item rewards are obviously more in the urban area.

The scope of Iris's task to unlock the map also includes the marginal area. If the map of the marginal area is cut, how can she unlock it - so she should come early.

She had unlocked part of the city area map these days, and was able to roughly build a map model with the city as the center and permanent safe houses scattered around it. The village she was originally in was in the south of the map, so this time she went west first.

The afternoon sun was very hot. She sat on a large suspended block of ice and floated all the way. The ice was already leaking water, and the umbrella she held over her head felt scorching hot.

There was a shade tree in front of her with many pears on it. She saw some people climbing the tree to pick pears to eat, and the people sitting under the tree also had a pear in their hands, so the pears were probably not too sour.

When she got closer, a man who was sitting cross-legged and eating a pear turned his head to look at her and weakly patted the board beside him - the truce zone.

Iris nodded with her eyes curved, jumped off the ice on her own initiative, and walked slowly under the shade of the tree with an umbrella.

All eyes were focused on her, either openly or secretly. There were eight people here including her. There was basically no communication between each person, and each of them had their own unique looks, so it was impossible to tell whether they were from the same team.

A pear flew towards her. She paused for a long moment before reaching out to take the pear. Then she looked at the person who threw the pear to her - looking up.

She was a girl, at least 1.80 meters tall.

Her eyes fell on the other person's exposed arm muscles, she squeezed the pear with both hands, and said politely in her native language:

"Thank you."

The other party smiled and there was no need to ask her which country she was from.

She asked in Aramaic:

"What grade?"

Iris lowered her eyelashes and hesitated for a moment, then slowly stretched out a finger:

"First grade."

Her height and looks were so convincing that few people doubted it.

Perhaps because he saw that she was quite well behaved, the boy near the "truce zone" sign smiled:

"Don't be nervous, just sit down and eat. The pears here are quite sweet."

He also spoke the Arran language. The Arran Kingdom itself was a powerful country, and its official language was also a universal language in the world. Most countries would include it in their general education curriculum.

Iris thanked him again and obediently found an empty tree to lean against.

Few people looked at her anymore. Iris simply washed the pear with water magic and put it in her mouth to eat. She could tell that the pear was not poisonous. After being in the dungeon for a long time, she still had some discernment.

But in the eyes of others, there is another possibility - maybe she is too naive to take precautions? After all, she looks so young, and in some countries, this age is not even considered an adult.

Iris was only thinking about one thing at this moment - the taste and texture of the pear was very good, crisp and sweet, very thirst-quenching - the artificial setting was fragrance.

After eating a pear, she seemed to think it was not enough, so she stood up, condensed an ice staircase, and for safety reasons also froze the place where the pear tree was connected to the staircase. Then she climbed up steadily and picked the pears herself.

The man who was carefully climbing the tree next door to pick pears was stunned for a moment, and said with some envy:

"It's so convenient... Uh, that, little sister, the pear on your right is a little bigger..."

Iris looked at him, pursed her lips and said nothing, but her movements in picking the pears were not vague at all.

In just a few minutes, she walked down the stairs with a pile of pears. The man from the next tree also climbed down. Iris handed him the big pear he pointed out, and divided the remaining pears among everyone present, so that basically everyone present could get one.

The stairs had disappeared. She returned to her seat and was about to sit down when she found that a group of people were still looking at her.

She was stunned for a moment, turned her head to look at the tree that she had just frozen a little, then turned around hesitantly to look at other people.

The person sitting next to the board took a bite of the pear that Iris had just handed her and laughed:

"Classmate, are you worried that the tree will be cold and want to put some clothes on it?"

Iris blinked shyly and whispered:

"Do you really want to do this?"

Several people laughed along, some just raised their eyebrows, and some remained expressionless, still looking difficult to get along with after accepting her pear.

Some people openly ate the pears she picked, a few just wiped them symbolically and put them on their clothes, and some just placed them on the ground.

The muscular woman who had thrown the pear to her at the beginning stroked the pear that Iris had given her and said to the tree-climbing man:

"I thought you just wanted to point out the big pear to someone else, so how did this pear end up in your pocket?"

The man with the board sneered:

"This person has had evil intentions towards that big pear for a long time."

The brown-haired girl who had never spoken to Iris narrowed her eyes and jokingly said to the tree-climbing man:

"Yes, you are more thoughtful than that little girl - the pears that this little friend picked for us are all clean."

The other black-haired boy who hadn't spoken made an "hmm" sound in agreement, and in unison, he ate the pear that Iris had picked.

The remaining two people looked at each other, and although they still didn't speak, they both started to eat the pears that Iris had just picked.

Iris smiled with relief.

Everyone trusted her so much - of course, a very important reason was that she did not poison the pears.

Everyone except the tree climber and Iris reached a consensus. The muscular woman took out a dagger and hooked her finger at the tree climber with her free hand:

"Come here yourself, I'll give you a quick death."

The tree-climbing man turned and ran away.