One pseudo-human after another was constantly being discovered and forcibly thrown into the forging furnace.
"Don't kill me."
"Ah! I don't want to jump into the forging furnace, I don't want to!"
"You are the real pseudo-humans, you're imitating humans, what exactly are you?"
"You're visitors from beyond the heavens!"
"I've seen it, your memories! From another civilization, players? Outer Heaven Heavenly Demons!"
...
On the spot, only a few pseudo-humans who looked the most cowardly were left as live test subjects.
A few little blacksmiths showed a thoughtful expression, "Sigh, they can even see the details of us players!"
"Very realistic." The Food God stroked his chin.
"Who cares, they know our secret, they all have to die!!" The Shrimp Catcher let out a sinister laugh, "The burning forging furnace is their grave."
Clang clang clang!
The blacksmith shop quickly started hammering, rapidly producing weapons.
