The King of Slaughter's Calculations

Deep within the City of Slaughter, inside a dark and spacious room, a grand outline slowly emerged.

It was an exceptionally enormous chair, inlaid with blue and purple crystals.

Other than this chair, everything here was dark red.

"The Asura King won another match."

A cold female voice rang out from the darkness.

"I know."

A tall figure appeared and sat down upon the massive chair.

In the darkness, his features could not be seen clearly. Only vaguely could one tell that he was not particularly burly.

"Great King, should we begin making contact with him now?"

"The City of Slaughter has not had a true powerhouse join us in a very long time."

Hearing this, the King of Slaughter on the high seat fell silent for a moment.

"Then do you think he can complete a hundred victories and challenge the Hell Road?"

The cold female voice answered without hesitation.

"Completing a hundred victories is only a matter of time. But as for the Hell Road, I'm afraid he won't make it through."

"There is no need to contact him."

"Why? Great King, do you not wish for our City of Slaughter to grow stronger?"

The woman's voice seemed to grow somewhat urgent. She did not understand why the King of Slaughter had rejected her proposal so decisively.

In her view, recruiting such a powerhouse into the City of Slaughter would definitely be a good thing.

"Humph!"

The King of Slaughter snorted coldly.

"You think I don't want to? Do you know who stands behind this Asura King?"

"Of the only two Gods of Slaughter still alive in this age, think carefully—which one is he similar to?"

"Two Gods of Slaughter... That hammer!"

"Could it be that the Asura King is connected to that God of Slaughter?"

The cold female voice trembled slightly. The King of Slaughter's reminder instantly made her recall that terrifying figure who had subdued the world with a single hammer.

"Humph. Do you think the City of Slaughter is peaceful right now?"

"I can tell you that it is not only the Asura King. Even that Hell Envoy was sent here by the other God of Slaughter."

"Now that both have surpassed fifty victories, according to the rules, I can no longer arrange for them to enter the same Hell Slaughter Arena match."

Upon hearing this, the cold female voice abruptly cut off, then sharply sucked in a breath.

"Doesn't that mean... neither of them is someone we can afford to provoke?"

"Every time a God of Slaughter emerges, it brings devastating damage to our City of Slaughter."

"If two Gods of Slaughter emerge at once this time, I'm afraid... I'm afraid the City of Slaughter won't be able to withstand it!"

"Besides, when that time comes, four Gods of Slaughter will coexist in this world... Hiss!"

"Sigh, that is precisely what worries me."

Blood-red eyes drifted through the air as the King of Slaughter muttered to himself.

"All I can hope for now is that, under normal circumstances, they will be unable to persist until a hundred victories, much less pass the Hell Road."

"Otherwise, if two Gods of Slaughter appear at the same time, the City of Slaughter's calamity will surely arrive as well."

"Great King! Can we truly only sit here and wait for death? Is there no solution?"

The cold voice was now tinged with anxiety, filled with unwillingness.

"Sigh, no... Hmm?"

The King of Slaughter on the high seat had just been about to say something.

Suddenly, as though he had received some information, he sprang up from the crystal throne in shock.

"A newcomer who arrived today won thirty consecutive matches in one hour???"

"King? What are you talking about?"

The sudden remark left the cold female voice somewhat bewildered.

Even someone as powerful as the King of Slaughter remained silent for a long while before slowly speaking.

"Newcomer No. 9999 won thirty consecutive matches in the Hell Slaughter Arena within one hour, and..."

"He used only one move in every match. The average duration... did not exceed ten seconds!"

"What!"

Not a trace of her usual coldness remained in the woman's voice. All that was left was instinctive, incredulous shock.

Yet unlike her reaction, strange glimmers rose in the King of Slaughter's eyes.

"This person must still be concealing much of his strength. Tell me, between him, the Asura King, and the Hell Envoy, who is stronger?"

Hearing the King of Slaughter's words, the woman immediately understood, delight flooding her eyes.

"King! You intend to arrange for him to intercept the Asura King and the Hell Envoy!"

"Correct! Hahahaha! Heaven is truly helping me!!!"

The King of Slaughter's emotions instantly became excited. Influenced by something, he even took on a hint of madness.

"As long as this newcomer can eliminate both the Asura King and the Hell Envoy, every problem we face will be solved!"

"When that time comes, so what if those two Gods of Slaughter return!"

"Hehe, this newcomer has not yet reached fifty victories. If he dies within the rules and they dare to interfere... then they should not blame me for being ruthless!"

"But... what if this Number 9999 completes a hundred victories?"

At the question, the King of Slaughter's voice became even more crazed, and his unrestrained laughter echoed throughout the room.

"Hahahaha! So what if he completes a hundred victories!"

"Hehe, as long as there is no third God of Slaughter in this world, there will be no third person capable of threatening my City of Slaughter!"

"Without any backing, he is nothing more than fish on the chopping block!"

"When that time comes, I will not even need to act. Those two Gods of Slaughter will probably be unable to hold back first."

Having understood the reasons behind it all, the woman's pupils lit up as she respectfully exclaimed in wild delight.

"King! When do we begin making arrangements?"

"The first match tomorrow! At this rate, I fear that if we wait any longer, he may break through fifty victories..."

"Sir, want to have some fun?"

"Oh? You're quite distinctive-looking. What's your price?"

"Not expensive! Not expensive! Just one cup of Yellow Springs Dew! Sir, come have some fun!"

"Tsk, no. A bit pricey. Next time for sure!"

"Hey! Don't leave, sir! If that won't work, bring another person with you, and I'll give you twenty percent off. How about it?"

"There's a discount for groups?"

"That's right, but no more than five people. Any more... any more and this servant girl won't be able to take it..."

"Eh? Why are you leaving, sir?"

"Not satisfied? I have plenty of other girls here. Take another look!"

"..."

Qin Shiyuan hurriedly turned into an unknown alley.

He raised his sleeve and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead without a care for his appearance.

Still shaken, he glanced back at the run-down inn behind him. After holding it in for a long time, he finally spat out two words.

"Holy shit!"

It took Qin Shiyuan several dozen seconds before he slowly soothed the trauma to his heart.

That one-minute conversation had hurt him more than the previous hour of fighting.

Could anyone imagine what it felt like to have a three-hundred-pound beast of mountains and seas act bashful, coquettish, and cute right in front of them!!!

However, when he reached the end of the alley, Qin Shiyuan casually glanced behind him.

Then, as though nothing had happened, he regained his calm.

"They're biting this hard. Looks like... the fish has taken the bait..."