"So capable, yet you can't do anything to me?" Ji Yan said indifferently.
Hechi Xiu's expression turned as ugly as if she had swallowed a fly. "How the hell should I know where your so-called 'protagonist' privilege came from?"
"Force-binding allies, randomly selecting Players, and those [Audience] members are absurdly indulgent toward you, giving you such unreasonable privileges through donations!"
What she did not know was that Ji Yan had willingly jumped into that pit and traded his life for this privilege...
"Then it's settled," Ji Yan said. If that "King Arthur" truly was a servant of [Death], it would indeed make things much easier.
Ji Yan thought of something. "One more thing. Give me your hand."
"What for?"
"To read your palm."
Half-believing, half-doubting, Hechi Xiu placed her hand before Ji Yan.
The next instant, cold light flashed.
Blood dripped onto the floor. Ji Yan held [Gluttony Cutlery] in his left hand and Hechi Xiu's severed finger in his right.
"What do you mean by this?!" Hechi Xiu jerked her hand back as though electrocuted, her face dark as she stared warily at Ji Yan.
"As [Lovers], you have your own bizarre fetishes."
"As [Devil], it's only reasonable for me to have a few fetishes of my own, isn't it?" As he spoke, the severed finger turned into a tiger-skin chicken claw, which Ji Yan swallowed skin, bone, and all.
"What kind of perverted fetish is that?"
"You eat Players as snacks whenever you feel like it?!" Hechi Xiu's eye twitched slightly.
"When it comes to being perverted, I'm not even a tenth as bad as you."
After eating the severed finger and obtaining some hidden information, Ji Yan searched through it for a moment and confirmed something.
Just as he was about to say something, his ears suddenly