Both were seasoned Beyonders. The instant they heard the scream, they prepared for battle before looking toward its source. At the edge of their vision, an utterly ordinary-looking man was clutching his wrist with a livid face, while his right hand had already fallen to the ground.
"The power of order..." Roselle frowned without approaching. Relying on the status of the Black Emperor, he could clearly sense that the surrounding order had changed.
Then the two exchanged a glance and said helplessly:
"Aggregation of Extraordinary Characteristics!"
As soon as the words fell, Sno narrowed his eyes and immediately said:
"It definitely aggregated because of you!"
"How is it my fault? I haven't even resurrected yet! This is clearly from the Arbitrator Pathway. How could I aggregate adjacent Sequences without becoming a true Black Emperor? Did you bring some High Sequence item from the Arbitrator Pathway?"
Although Roselle also felt that it was probably his fault, he had no intention of admitting it. Sno thought of the Lord of Order he had used to advance to Sequence One, but still stubbornly raised his chin and said:
"Why not? A dead Black Emperor is still a Black Emperor! It's definitely your fault!"
"Good grief, you didn't deny having a High Sequence item! So it really is your fault! You almost fooled me!"
Roselle narrowed his eyes and immediately caught the flaw in Sno's words. The two squinted at each other, seemingly competing to see whose eyes could narrow more, but before long, another scream rang out in the train car, where most of the passengers had already fled—
In the corner of the carriage, a middle-aged man had likewise lost one of his hands.
"Punishment for theft is severing a hand?" Roselle quickly identified the punishment mechanism, while Sno sighed softly, feeling