Collapsing Fingertips, the Uncontrolled Clown

The Clown Eerie, stripped of its face and deprived of its clown makeup, rapidly withered away after "mental delusions" were lifted.

It lay there with hollow eyes and a blank mind...

Burning Death Eerie stared at it with killing intent in its eyes. "It's barely clinging to life. How is it supposed to save us?"

"Why not let me finish it off?"

Ji Yan shook his head. "It's our lifeline."

"Dying by your hand would be a complete waste."

As he spoke, Ji Yan gripped [Brush Immortal's Brush].

At that moment, the words "empty delusions" on the back of his hand were gradually turning into ash-like particles and scattering away.

Ji Yan wanted to write something else after the Clown Eerie's name suffix...

But [Brush Immortal's Brush] resisted fiercely.

It then wrote several broken words on his arm: "Words... come at a cost... the more you write... the more uncontrollable it becomes."

"He... is watching..."

"He? Are you referring to the asylum director?"

Ji Yan's brows twitched. He knew the price of "writing."

Yet he still said, "I'll definitely repay you for the price of these 'words.'"

"But if we don't write now, we're all finished!" Ji Yan's eyes were utterly serious.

He had to sell this dream.

Otherwise, there would not even be a chance to sell it!

[Brush Immortal's Brush] stopped resisting. Ji Yan swiftly wrote several more words after the Clown Eerie's suffix.

Then, he opened a black exclusive Game Panel—the [Black Chess] Privilege Panel!

"Ding! Detected [Black Chess] player 'Ji Yan' activating the privilege—[Collapsing Fingertips]."

"Congratulations! Privilege successfully activated!" (Limited uses. Use with caution.)

As the announcement ended, a layer of black callus covered Ji Yan's index finger, and his nail grew long and razor-sharp.

He then slashed open a wound between the Clown Eerie's brows.