The fourth day of competition began.
Since A District had not launched a war, C District and D District could work at their normal pace.
As for B District...
The Three Towers Company, a special floor.
"I truly never expected this, Alexander. All that patience you showed was ultimately for the sake of depravity. My misjudgment of you may well get me demoted."
A tall, thin man appeared, his back hunched. He was clearly young, yet there was something almost cadaverous about him.
When he frowned, he looked faintly sick of the world.
"Damn it, your HP hit zero. You're already dead, and you're still..."
Alexander seemed to ignore the man's words.
At that moment, Alexander and his two employees had formed a triangle.
Their mouths were the points connecting that triangle.
The disgusting sight made the man want to throw up.
"Why did I have to be the one who misjudged someone?"
Alexander had known he would die, but he had never expected... not to die immediately. His thinking was simple: since death was unavoidable...
He might as well enjoy himself before he died.
With that thought in mind, Alexander had spent his final night indulging in all manner of bizarre acts.
When his HP hit zero, Alexander had thought he would die. Instead, after a brief spell of dizziness, he had been transported somewhere strange.
Alexander had assumed this was some sort of afterlife. That was fine, too. He could just keep going.
The other two had already become Alexander's psychological slaves. Rather than choosing to leave, they had willingly sunk into depravity, forming a human triangle with him whose angles totaled 207 degrees.
Only when someone who seemed to be an official employee of the Three Towers Company arrived did Alexander slowly dismantle their triangle.