The fat Ghurzart, blood constantly seeping from his eye sockets, asked curiously, "Eight? Didn't the other side have eleven people?"
Abu immediately answered the fat man in a stern tone on Lord Mask's behalf: "The eleven people who came may only be deliberately testing our strength. There's no need for all thirteen of us to go, and there are all kinds of dangerous factors to consider. Lord Mask can't guarantee the safety of too many people... Got it, you fatso?"
"Oh, oh!"
The white, chubby man seemed extremely timid. After Abu snapped at him, he immediately curled up into a ball.
Lord Mask said with a smile, "The eight people who go may not necessarily participate in the battle. The specific arrangements will be made on-site... But you can rest assured that all you need to do is fight those self-important little extraterrestrials. We'll hold the fort above... At the same time, this is also an excellent opportunity for the 'Thirteen' to make a name for themselves before the world."
"Let the drawing game begin."
As if performing a magic trick, Lord Mask produced a box in his hand.
"Please draw the eyeballs inside one by one. If an eyeball resonates with you and explodes, congratulations—you've won a trip to the Military Nation Ability Institute."
Demon Eater—Kim Tae-hyun.
When the man whose bangs covered his eyes and nose, leaving only his mouth visible, reached in and drew out a plump, moisture-filled eyeball,
Pop! The entire eyeball exploded from the center.
However, when the eyeball's mucus landed on Kim Tae-hyun's body, it was immediately swallowed by an invisible vortex.
"Congratulations! You're selected."
Taiji—Yi Kun
When Yi Kun casually took out the eyeball, unlike the previous one, which had exploded from the center, the eyeball in his hand directly disintegrated into clear