"Greetings, Ancestor of Demons!"
Han Dong immediately prostrated himself flat against the ground, even burying his entire face in the Vile Liquid.
Of course,
Walter, who had followed close behind, naturally could not kneel here. He merely lowered his head slightly to show his respect.
Within the source pool, atop a lotus flower,
a handsome, slender man with white hair trailing behind him stared at the young man kneeling before him.
At that moment, gurgle, gurgle—through the "bubbling Vile Liquid" in the source pool, waves of eerie sounds were produced through resonance, making one's skin crawl and bodily fluids churn.
"Rise!"
"Thank you, my lord!"
Han Dong stood naked, utterly unconcerned by the Vile Liquid covering his body like maggots, burrowing into his flesh, flowing through his blood vessels, and crawling across the surfaces of his internal organs.
The only emotion visible on his face was reverence.
The voice from the source pool continued:
"Was the Ghoul Skin Pouch that Kit obtained during the London Game made by you?"
Han Dong lowered his head and answered respectfully:
"Yes... When I first encountered Kit outside London City, he could barely form a proper humanoid shape.
After conducting a detailed analysis of his physical characteristics, I made a skin pouch capable of containing his body, allowing him to better conform to London City's rules and participate in the game."
"A rather interesting outer structure. It can perfectly adhere to Kit's source fluid composition."
The moment the words fell,
an intense sense of strangeness struck him.
When Han Dong raised his head again, he found himself standing atop the white lotus, less than half a meter away from this most exceptional Final King.
Their builds were similar, but the other man was a whole head taller... Han Dong's level gaze thus landed directly