Marginal Casino
Before the gambling table symbolizing the Hyperion Company.
The Gray Vest man, whose appearance changed depending on the angle of observation, was sweeping up the chips on the table.
Although Green and Nicholas had ultimately been judged to have contributed equally in this operation, the odds meant that this man still won a tremendous fortune.
Just as he was gathering the chips, a burst of incomparably chaotic noise came from different corners of the casino.
If it had to be described through human hearing,
it was like taking every pronunciation in every word of an English passage, thoroughly scrambling their order, then sending them from different directions at different tones and wavelengths.
Only individuals possessing Chaos Analysis could correctly recognize such a language.
Unfortunately, every gambler present possessed that ability.
"Naiya, the human you chose is quite impressive. I look forward to seeing how he develops."
The gray man gave no reply. He merely turned toward the elderly man and nodded respectfully.
Christopher J. Green Status: Soul injured. He was currently recovering slowly in the abyss through a special method of devouring.
This battle had caused both the Mythical Body and Trump Card corresponding to the forces behind Green to suffer complete losses.
The weapon Miss Lair had also been heavily damaged and could not be used again for some time, or it might suffer permanent damage—just like the Netherblood Skull in Han Dong's hand, which had fallen to Epic Grade after being damaged.
Yet despite such losses, Green maintained a smile even while recovering from his injuries. This was the London Game he had envisioned. Only this level of intensity was worthy of his father personally coming to watch, and only such difficulty could support his madness.
At the same time, Green himself had