"Congratulations, Miss Liu Xinzhi, on reaching the final selection stage of Miss World. You are the second contestant to arrive. Very impressive!
Please proceed backstage to the dressing room with your manager and make some preparations. We have professional makeup artists and fashion designers there who will create the perfect look based on your features, allowing you to take the stage in the best possible condition."
Liu Xinzhi quickly adapted to the teleportation and happily jumped on the spot.
"Second? Yay!
You two really look alike, though Mr. Yi looks more like a local, while you, Host William, are a foreigner."
William did not answer. He merely bowed and gestured for her to proceed.
As Liu Xinzhi led Yi Chen past him, Yi Chen made no move, yet William felt an uncomfortable sensation around his neck.
Once Yi Chen had completely left the stage area, William could not help reaching up to rub his neck. A strange ligature mark had already appeared on his skin.
"What an intense feeling of suffocation. It's completely different from the beheadings before. It's as though I were drowning at the bottom of the deep sea while being forcibly hanged... It seems Mr. Yi has grasped something new again~ No wonder Catherine lost so quickly.
"Fortunately, I rather like hanging myself. Oh, right~ I wonder how the sheep in the Old World are doing?"
This hanging made William unusually nostalgic, reminding him of the first Sick One relic he had obtained during his early missions as a gentleman—the ascension umbilical cord from Sister Lainey.
Although the umbilical cord had not become William's core object for drawing power, it had transformed into a vital part of his body. It strangled the neck and separated life from death, laying the basic framework for the Gestalt Body.