For Borsalino, everything happening before his eyes felt like a nightmare.
This meeting had only just begun, yet the people around him were undergoing one horrifying mutation after another.
Some had turned into terrifying Insect Nests, their bodies swelling to five or six meters tall in a short time. Blood Holes opened across their cheeks, bellies, and limbs, and finger-joint-sized White Worms crawled out of them and fell like rain, carpeting the ground in a writhing white mass.
Others underwent horrifying bodily transformations. Insect wings sprouted from their backs, their jaws vanished and became insect-like appendages, and their bodies ballooned wildly as if inflated. Eight barbed spider legs extended from both sides beneath their bodies...
—It was like a nightmare.
The closer someone had normally been to the Blond Man, the more severe their physical mutation became. Borsalino's condition was comparatively better, but a sharp pain stabbed through his left eye, and a middle-finger-sized centipede forcibly drilled out from it.
"Evil God Retainer..."
He tore the centipede from his eye socket and crushed it to pieces in his hand. Looking at the Blond Man standing there leisurely with his hands behind his back, Berserker let out a low growl.
—Among all the players attending the meeting, his condition was the mildest.
"As expected, Hall of Fame Players aren't that easy to deal with... Just a clone?"
Not paying any attention to him at all, the Blond Man looked at the mess before him with a regretful expression.
"But it doesn't matter. A high-value camp with five Hall of Fame Players is already worth making a move against... Oh my, are you really that impatient?"
As he spoke, the Blond Man shifted a tiny step to the side. With just that one step, a dagger that emerged from the darkness brushed