In the hotel.
The Black Robed Men sat in silence, as if pondering something.
Before long, Ai Han De Bu's voice rang out.
"You really did fail. It seems the person I've been watching is indeed quite interesting."
"You knew we would fail all along. You were just toying with us..." one of the Black Robed Men said indignantly.
They were going to die anyway, so why swallow their anger? Even the most honest and timid person, when driven into a corner, might choose to perish together with their enemy and face death without fear.
Let alone people like them, forged in slaughter. Ai Han De Bu did not get angry. "Haha, if you have the qualifications to be toyed with by me, you should count yourselves fortunate."
"Great One, can you tell us why the curse failed?" the Chief of the Black Robed Men suddenly asked.
"It's simple. One of the elements you used in the curse—the name—was wrong."
"The name? Impossible. Although their Patrol Division covered it up, the course of his entire life is right there. We can be certain that was his real name." The Chief of the Black Robed Men absolutely refused to believe that such a simple link had gone wrong.
He would rather blame the other side for possessing some mysterious item, or for having exceptionally high Mystery Resistance.
Rather than accept that the curse had failed because of such a low-level mistake.
"Yes, he is a very mysterious fellow. Like ours, his True Name is among the most closely guarded secrets. In this universe, a True Name represents one's imprint and coordinates in the Origin Realm. Even I have been unable to find his True Name within the Origin Realm." Ai Han De Bu explained with surprising patience.
The Chief of the