Thirty seconds was very short. It was practically over in the blink of an eye.
In the end, under the threat of death, Old Bones reluctantly handed over the two most valuable World Items in his possession.
For no other reason than that he would no longer have to see this hateful bastard who targeted him at every turn.
I really am a coward...
Suzuki Satoru let out a self-mocking sigh inwardly.
There was no helping it!
He could neither beat him nor escape.
What else could he do besides accept his fate?
Was he really supposed to wait around to be killed?
Although this skeletal body of his was always icy cold, incapable of intense emotions or particularly strong sensations, as if everything in the world had become dull and boring—
Deep down, he still did not want to die. He wanted to keep living.
Fiddling with the jewel and cup he had just acquired, Allen immediately revealed a satisfied smile. "A wise choice! Congratulations, you're finally free now. You no longer need to bear the ridiculous name of the Great Tomb of Nazarick Guild, nor be led around by the nose by a group of utterly evil, twisted, deranged NPCs. But remember, this doesn't mean you can do whatever you please. I've left the humans of this world with enough power. The moment you cross a certain line, they'll come and kill you."
"Do you think I still have the ability to do whatever I please?" Old Bones asked, his tone brimming with resentment and helplessness.
In his battle against the Coffin Dragon King just now, he had used up a great deal of paid items. The trump cards he had left were now few and far between.
Especially that Shooting Star Ring, which could grant three "wishes"