The Golden Spoon Is Offered, Light Flees in Defeat

Royal Horse Guards Headquarters.

Light and Gamp hung in midair while two souls stood on the ground, forming a bizarre scene.

The two souls were under Moriarty's control.

Standing there as punishment.

Moriarty walked over. Light and Gamp's souls were clearly visible.

They looked no different from when they had been in the Realm of the Dead. Worth mentioning was that Light's soul was still a round sphere.

Moriarty clenched his fist and punched Light's soul hard. It dropped to the ground like a rubber ball, then bounced back up like a bouncy ball.

At the same time.

Light, suspended in the air, clutched his forehead and cried out in agony.

"Oh? So damage to the soul affects your physical body too?"

Moriarty's eyes instantly narrowed into crescents.

Excellent!

"Mr. Light, you should know that I've disliked you for a long time."

"Now that your soul is in my hands, feel free to use your imagination and guess what I might do to it."

After saying that, Moriarty smiled faintly.

He raised a hand, grabbed Light's spherical soul, and began smacking it hard.

"Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!"

His posture looked exactly like that of a basketball player who had trained for two and a half years.

"What is he doing?"

Lilith was surprised by her lover's posture, her red lips parting slightly.

"Can someone give me a magical camera? I want to take a picture of Moriarty's pose. Showing it to him every day in the future would definitely be amusing."

Everyone nodded in agreement with Lilith.

Because from their perspective, there was no one in front of Moriarty—they could not see Light and Gamp's souls.

They could only see Moriarty repeatedly striking those elegant poses.

"Elegant! So elegant!"

Jericho could not help but sigh as an idea began