The Value of the Prize and the First Squad

"Captain, you were in such a hurry that you skipped discussing the barrier with the other three squads. Was there something important you needed to talk to me about?"

In a private room, Zhang Chen and Yu Ming sat across from each other on opposite sides of a desk.

"How much do you know about the final tournament? What exactly does this so-called right to challenge again mean?"

Zhang Chen wanted to understand the true value of the privilege gained by killing the Nightmare inside the Clock Tower, so he could judge how difficult the Clock Tower would be and whether he needed to go all out to obtain that right.

"Oh? Does the captain need my help again? By the way, when we entered the building earlier, you promised me a reward that you still haven't delivered. Now you're asking me for help again. Don't you think you're being a little thick-skinned?"

Yu Ming wore a sinister smile as he teased Zhang Chen. Zhang Chen had encountered people with personalities like Yu Ming's before—much like clowns.

"There's nothing I can give you in a virtual setting. Once we return to the real world, I'll naturally give you your reward."

"Then tell me, Captain. What exactly is this reward?" Yu Ming asked with a curious expression.

"One drop of my blood essence. Its purity is roughly three times that of a Blood Devil's. How about it?" Zhang Chen asked.

Yu Ming merely smiled faintly and held up three fingers.

"Fine!" Zhang Chen agreed without the slightest hesitation.

"Thank you for such a generous gift, Captain. In that case, I'll reveal a little information. There are fifty contestants in the final tournament. Twenty of them are the Top Twenty jailers from the previous Jailer Ranking Tournament. The remaining thirty are the