Sunshine Grand Hotel
Vice Dean Aivart stood ramrod straight in the center of the hall with the bearing of a gentleman. One hand was clasped behind his back while the other held a long-discarded pocket watch. By precisely manipulating the threads, he turned its hands, both training his fine control and sensing the flow of time.
Quietly waiting for Yi Chen to die completely.
During the wait, a figure suddenly darted out from the hotel entrance,
Aivart furrowed his brows, assuming that reinforcements from the gentlemen had arrived. He immediately raised a hand... Whoosh! The sharp Surgical Lines slashed down like a guillotine, instantly severing the head of the Dark Shadow swaying at the entrance.
His index finger curled back,
The Surgical Lines wrapped around the torso and head, dragging them before the vice dean.
It was merely a Normal Gentleman responsible for patrolling the Cemetery area. Even after his neck had been severed, his eyeballs were still moving as they glared fixedly at his opponent.
"Hm? Not reinforcements from Zion. I remember this brat was a Normal Gentleman responsible for patrolling the Cemetery streets. Such a weakling should have run away, yet he came here to throw his life away... That isn't how so-called gentlemanly spirit is supposed to be used.
"Turning such trash into a dead person would only waste resources."
A snap of his fingers—Clap!
Five threads sliced the poor gentleman's head into pieces, and his eyeballs shattered along with it.
"About time! He should be breathing his last breath soon..."
However,
When the vice dean raised his gaze, he found something strange about the hanged Yi Chen. His face was unusually pale, far paler than those of the other Hanged Ones.
"Foundation?"
Only after looking closely did he discover that Yi Chen had somehow applied a