Ji Yan squeezed his throat, the black veins covering his face multiplying as he gave a chilling smile. "If I transplant your skull, can I gain your bizarre abilities?"
"I am curious, sure, but it sounds like... you're awfully fixated on my body?"
"Unfortunately, I don't need it. The bones I've transplanted are already enough for me to deal with the remaining players."
As his voice fell, Ji Yan took a step forward and vanished.
Inside the room, Nine Tails looked at his deformed palm, black veins spreading up his arm, and gritted his teeth. "Damn it..."
East Town.
Inside a grand Western European-style wedding hall, a blood-soaked player hung from a cross. Blood trickled down his body and dripped from his toes onto the floor.
Black veins crawled across the player's face, while his facial features had been beaten completely out of shape.
Clearly, he was a [Devil] attendant.
He raised his sore, blood-crusted eyes and looked at the people below. "What exactly... are you people trying to do?"
Four figures sat in the seats below the platform.
They wore similar attire and were also a small team.
They had caught a [Devil] attendant, yet instead of hunting him immediately, they had hung him overhead like Jesus, his hands and feet nailed down, his clothes stripped away, leaving him without a shred of dignity...
A male player wearing a masquerade mask, codenamed "Ruler," tapped his fingers against the armrest and answered blandly, "Use him as bait to lure in another wolf."
A black cloak draped over the Ruler player's shoulders, the standard attire of an [Emperor] attendant—
"Don't be in such a hurry. Once the other wolf catches the scent of blood and comes over, we'll put you out of your misery."
The speaker was a Female Player