"Putting on airs."
Wenren Sheng spat out the words, raised his fist, and smashed it toward Baal Palace.
Just then, he suddenly felt the world spin around him.
Then the scenery changed.
A gigantic oval pond of foul-smelling blood replaced every game scene and appeared before his eyes.
"Welcome to the Blood Pool. Here, one of your wishes can be granted, so long as you offer enough sacrifices."
There really was danger.
Wenren Sheng tried severing his mental connection to the Puppet Man, and his consciousness returned to the real world.
The real world was no better.
Clusters of blood mist surrounded his true body.
For safety's sake, his true body had been at least ten kilometers away from Blood Island.
This was the first time he had encountered such a crisis.
Yet he was not flustered. He could tell that the blood mist could only trap him; it could not harm him in the slightest.
Perhaps there truly were Bizarreness Objects that killed at a touch, but these blood mists definitely were not among them.
"Liu Jian, where are you?" he asked.
But there was no reply.
He chose a direction from memory and turned to leave, but no matter how fast he flew, the blood mist continued to surround him, blocking his sight, hearing, touch, and smell...
"The wheel of Fate has once again returned to its familiar track, rolling onward with unstoppable force," Aihandebu appeared again.
Though this 2B was embarrassingly melodramatic, it truly was capable. Even this blood mist, which had trapped all five of Wenren Sheng's senses, could not block 2B's prying gaze.
"Get lost!" Wenren Sheng said coldly.
"Getting angry won't help. You will soon discover that Fate will unfold before you in an uncanny manner. You are bound to be shocked."
Wenren Sheng