The Lowest Level of Seven-Layered Heaven,
A little tune carried by a vinyl record echoed through the area, while a certain "field" whose level of completion surpassed all malice fully spread across it.
The Second Calamity—Hannibal Lecter—rarely displayed his "chef's stance."
Only when he encountered a "strong person" who was "alone" would he adopt this stance, making his powerful target accept this "one-on-one" method of handling.
The field's name was simple.
"Cutting Board."
This field could only affect one person at a time. Individuals who were not affected could neither observe its form nor suffer any consequences from it.
As for those affected by the field, they would fall into an almost desperate predicament. They could clearly feel the surrounding scenery being replaced by a cutting board, while Hannibal before them transformed into a gigantic chef.
Hannibal would cast aside all outside interference and focus solely on processing the one "strong-person ingredient" before him.
Even Yi Chen, who had reached the limits of death and was a top-tier mass murderer, felt himself turn into "fish on a chopping block," utterly unable to resist. Being killed and made into food seemed inevitable.
However,
Yi Chen did not care.
Killing the Seventh Calamity moments ago had put him into a state of "slaughtering the strong," and this one-on-one situation was exactly what he wanted.
Beneath his hair, which dripped with black water, the corner of his mouth curled slightly upward. A certain whisper of death emerged from between his lips.
Time shifted back quite a while.
At Yi Chen's suggestion, the hotel had specially cleared out an entire floor and built a "gym" dedicated to combat training. The manager had also taken part, engaging in a hearty battle with Yi Chen.
Neither side had been able to gain the upper hand