"How come you seem so concerned about me? Looks like my charm really is that great."
Lu Ce crossed one leg over the other in his chair and spoke narcissistically.
"If you care about me this much, won't Bliss think you're an insider?"
"Also, what's with this game's settlement!? We lose, and needles get stuck into me. We win them back, and you don't even remove them?"
As he spoke, he shook the black needles covering his body in the endless darkness as though they were merely inconvenient.
What would have been absolute torture to anyone else looked like nothing more than horseplay to him, stripping the scene of what should have been immense psychological pressure.
At that moment, having lost fifteen chips at once, Death's body burst into raging flames. Yet unlike Lu Ce, they were not pierced by black needles.
Who knew what kind of discriminatory treatment that was...
They used my power as chips and dared to lose it. No matter how you look at it, they should be the insider. I should be the one causing them trouble...
Wait, don't change the subject here!
Death actually showed a rare hint of agitation. Lu Ce had spoken so quickly that he had opened three topics within just a few seconds!
He was clearly avoiding the issue on purpose.
What did I ask you just now? Right, you coughed up blood, didn't you? Why?
Death seemed deeply concerned about this question and emphasized it once more.
In truth, it was indeed an important question. In this game, Sin and Death should have been incapable of getting hurt!
Flames engulfing the body, ten thousand swords piercing the heart—those were all merely superficial illusions. They did not truly harm the physical body.
They directly deducted "health points" from the level