"Haha, this Waldo guy, really doesn’t know whether he’s alive or dead. Not only has he incited public anger, but he’s also carrying valuable treasures. Instead of running away and hiding his identity, he’s actually staying put. Is he looking for death?"

"I think so."

"I’ve lived so long and never seen someone so arrogant. Today, I’ve seen it! He will pay the price! I’m sure there are many heading there now. But there won’t be too many, after all, we’re all still not very familiar with the Dark Lands. People far away definitely won’t bother to trouble him, but those closer might."

"That’s true. We’re not too clear about the size of the Dark Lands, but they’re vast for sure. If the distance is too far, the journey is not only dangerous but might not even make it in time. Who knows how long Waldo can hold out alone!"

"I heard that Perry, that ruthless guy, is only about a hundred kilometers away from Waldo. Not too far. I wonder if he’ll go after Waldo."

"He will, definitely! Five super Source stones is not a small number!"

"Has it been so long? Have they found Waldo yet?"

"Yeah, why is there no news after such a long time?"

"Any brother at the scene, start a live broadcast for us!"

"Ten thousand people are begging for a live broadcast!"

"Logically, someone should have reached the scene by now. Even if Waldo’s location is remote, someone should have arrived!"

"They must be afraid to expose themselves and dare not start a live broadcast."

The chat channel is buzzing with discussions. Everyone is eagerly awaiting the latest news. Unless something unexpected happens, Waldo will be besieged by a large number of trialists. His super Source stones and other resources will be divided among others.

However, not everyone is convinced that Waldo is doomed. Some are worried. Waldo’s arrogance and recklessness, and his deliberate provocation and decision to wait for trialists at his location, could this be part of some scheme?

Although only a few are concerned, there are still some. They don’t voice their thoughts, keeping them to themselves. After all, most people believe Waldo is undoubtedly doomed, and expressing otherwise might invite criticism.

Buck is one of those who harbor such thoughts.

"Is Waldo really such a short-sighted, arrogant person? If he were, how did he manage to get to where he is today? Such egomaniacs usually don’t go far. Yet, he not only reached the Dark Lands but is also one of the top ten second-level trialists. I don’t believe he is as incompetent as the rumors suggest. The truth needs to be investigated by me!"

At the moment, not too far from Waldo’s location, Buck is making his way at a steady pace. He’s not headed there to join the fight against Waldo or to vie for the super Source stones. He’s aware of his own capabilities. Recklessly joining the battle would almost certainly be suicidal. He values his life too much to take unnecessary risks. So, he only plans to watch the battle from a safe distance.

"If it weren’t for the fact that I’m not too far from Waldo, I wouldn’t have risked coming here. After all, I’m not in a position to contend with Waldo."

Buck, who has made it this far through caution and prudence rather than outstanding talent, knows his limits. "A live broadcast?" Buck, constantly monitoring the chat channel, halts when he sees the mention of a live broadcast.

"I don’t intend to get involved in the fight against Waldo. My initial plan was just to observe from a distance, to understand the gap between ordinary trialists and a second-level trialist, to better survive in the Dark Lands!"

After a brief moment of thought, Buck decides. "Anyway, I just need to watch from afar, no need to get too close. Broadcasting shouldn’t be dangerous. Maybe, I could even earn some resources."

"Alright, I’ll start a live broadcast."

Thinking thus, Buck immediately starts a live broadcast. Instantly, many people flood into it.

"Wow, someone actually started a live broadcast? Awesome!"

"Streamer, are you planning to join the action against Waldo? I support you!"

"Please, streamer, take action and behead Waldo!"

"Is this real? Where’s Waldo? I don’t see him! Bro, what are you doing, what are you showing us?!"

"Hahaha, a barren wasteland, what a view!"

The trialists continue to flood the chat with comments.

"Like ordinary survivors, these trialists, although once influential figures, are much like ordinary people, enjoying the excitement and speaking freely in live broadcasts, joking around. Seeing this, Buck quickly steps in to explain.

"Don’t worry, guys, I’m on my way to Waldo’s area, and I’m not far now. I just need to climb that mountain ahead, and I should be able to see Waldo."

As he speaks, Buck swiftly turns the camera to show the viewers a bare, hundred-meter-high mountain in the distance. The mountain is devoid of vegetation, exposing vast patches of dark red soil and rocks. The wind in the Dark Lands is like knives, raging everywhere.

Then, with a bitter face, Buck explains, "Guys, stop joking around with me. With my little strength, how could I dare to lay a hand on Waldo? To put it bluntly, he could take me down with one hand. Such a thankless task, I’d rather not. I’m here today mainly to watch the excitement and let everyone else have a look too."

"Awesome!"

"Hahaha, thank you, you’re a good person!"

"May good people live a peaceful life!"

"Man, you should dream big! If you made a move, you could have shared in the spoils. That would make this trip worthwhile!"

"Right, Waldo is as good as a dead man anyway. Why worry so much?!"

"Support the streamer, don’t take risks. I think things are not that simple."

Buck doesn’t pay much attention to the comments in the chat. No matter how others encourage him to make a move on Waldo, he remains unmoved.

Soon, Buck reaches the top of the mountain and finds a high vantage point. The view from here is extensive, with a vast stretch of wilderness visible for tens of miles. Of course, given that this is the Dark Lands, the visibility is limited, and not everything is clear. But, the viewers in the live broadcast can still make out a figure sitting motionlessly on the wasteland in the distance.

Who this figure is, needs no explanation; the trialists in the live broadcast can easily guess.