Such a childish decision left Ian's eyes vacant again. Before he could react, the cold sweat on his body faded, and the stiffness and pain in his neck vanished completely—he was healthy again.
Ian stared blankly as he lowered his head. At some point, the deck of cards had returned to his hand, restored to how it had been at the beginning.
The last trace of panic in Ian's heart disappeared, leaving only a deathly calm.
This scene, like a miracle, far exceeded Ian's understanding of Beyonders. He realized that the problem was no longer whether he had the ability to resist. In the worst-case scenario, even if he died, no one might ever know.
That was why she could naturally say something like, "Just kill them all."
It wasn't that Ian had never considered begging for mercy, but Alice's personality clearly did not follow common sense. In Ian's view, begging would only backfire.
Perhaps resolutely facing death could pique her interest and make her spare my life... Ha.
"Fine." Ian closed his eyes, let out a breath, then said calmly, "What are we playing?"
Eh, it seemed like that had backfired... Alice fell into deep thought.
Things seemed to have spiraled out of control ever since she had impulsively made Ian twist his neck.
Ian had mistaken it for a threat. Alice, who had merely made a nasty joke, ultimately did not explain herself. She preserved her image and used that image to achieve her goal.
But Ian's attitude had become increasingly terrified, until he was practically despairing—Alice felt that she had left this child with severe psychological trauma.
But if she suddenly comforted him now, wouldn't that be like slapping herself in the face?
With that mindset, she made the choice just now, using the childish and absurd