Ever since coming to the Twilight Ark,
Wang Dao's gaming experience had become completely different from that of the other players.
A great deal of game prompts and information had been lost, and he had no way to communicate with other players within the game. Every day, he faced only the talented individuals and monsters aboard the Twilight Ark.
As a result, Wang Dao rarely appeared among the Prison Players anymore. Many players had even forgotten that Candlewood Island once had a Prison Player like him.
However, he could still log off by temporarily falling asleep. During that time, he would exchange information with Storyteller and the others, providing Candlewood Island with updates on Fallen Fire Twilight.
But since he still had not entered Fallen Fire Twilight's inner circle, this intelligence was not particularly important.
As for that, Wang Dao had no solution, but he did not care much either. He rather enjoyed this way of life.
Screech! Screech! Screech!
Bloody Fang spun at high speed, brutally sawing through flesh like serrated teeth. Blood and shredded meat sprayed everywhere, splattering across Wang Dao's savage, exhilarated face.
Beneath him lay an ugly monster, howling endlessly in agony from the intense pain.
"You like looking at people sideways, huh?"
"Then from now on, you can walk sideways too! Hahahaha!"
"What a stress reliever..."
Wang Dao's hands never stopped moving. Beneath his blood-red can, a relaxed smile appeared.
The other people nearby took in Wang Dao's bloodthirsty, cruel appearance and hurriedly backed away, terrified.
During his time on the Twilight Ark, this devil would randomly pick out a few "lucky ones" to torture every so often. In his own words, it was called "stress relief."
This indiscriminate madness made him an absolute lunatic even on the Twilight Ark, where talented individuals were everywhere.