Blood Brain

The first round ended,

Regan still floated in the center of the arena, with no intention of returning to the audience seats. Dozens of pure-white threads stretched from between the two halves of his severed head, and he smiled as he looked toward William.

"Thank you for giving me such an opportunity to perform, William. Although I'd really like to stay and help, I never expected those old fellows to mobilize their entire forces because of me, completely disregarding their own safety.

"They're much stronger and better at protecting themselves than they were in ancient times, but their True Nature is still kind, making it easy for others to take advantage of them.

"I have to personally escort them back and hide them away again.

"Once I've ensured that they're all safe and their concealment is maximized, I'll come back to help."

William maintained his smile and made a signature welcoming gesture. "Go on. By the way, you shouldn't need me to open a passage to the outside world for you anymore, right?"

Regan did not answer. In front of everyone, he dismantled his indestructible all-metal body into strands of pure-white wires, which pierced straight through the tent and vanished.

William watched the scene and clenched his teeth slightly, seemingly unwilling to accept it. Spatial analysis, particle traversal... That fellow Regan has already surpassed certain technological boundaries of the Old World. He doesn't even need to pursue the status of a Plague Master anymore. He can try to come into contact with the divinity of the Prime Material Plane.

It's really frustrating~ To think he could have such an opportunity.

Ater happened to catch William's complicated expression and doubled over with laughter. He then stood up and began doing some very basic, ridiculous warm-up exercises.

"It's finally time for Mr.