Meeting the Supreme Lord

William had no reservations about it. In front of everyone, he directly climbed onto Elder Nelson's turtle mount, stunning everyone from the Tumor Knights.

Mounts often enjoyed the same noble status as their owners, and the mounts of the High Table were even more so.

As an outsider, William had climbed straight onto it. His action not only left them astonished but also vaguely filled them with an inexplicable sense of fear—a physiological fear rooted in social interaction.

Not only that,

After jumping onto the turtle's back, William even draped an arm over Elder Nelson's shoulder. They had only just met, and there was an enormous gap between them in age, yet they now acted as though they were rather close.

Even Nelson felt somewhat uncomfortable at this, sensing the seed of fear trying to take root inside him. It was soon drowned out by the tumor.

"Is that the fear illness bestowed by the circus?"

"Huh?" William pretended to be confused. "I suddenly forgot! Whenever I take the initiative to socialize with others, my fear overflows. All the performances lately have made it difficult for me to distinguish reality from acting. I always feel as if I'm performing, so I unconsciously release fear. I hope you won't mind, Senior."

Nelson took the opportunity to ask, "Your circus has been collecting fear all over the world lately. Is it really all right to strip so many patients of their fearful emotions?"

"Only the weak have their fear stripped away. The strong merely marvel at the brilliance of the performance. Besides, 'World Infection' is about to be completed. The weak will naturally be eliminated as well, and an entirely new patient system will unfold in the New World.

"What the circus is doing is more like helping the Old World filter