What are you babbling about? Go talk to my Numerical Value!

What did you say?

Belzuna suddenly felt that something was off: No, why had someone from the Excommunication Squad suddenly slaughtered his way in, inspected his workshop, and then come over to offer him advice?

And he was Ye Xian's student?

Th-this... was that right? Right?

No, no, something seemed wrong... but, but what he said made so much sense! It seemed wrong, right right... no no... right or wrong...

BOOM!!!

Amid the loud explosion, the old man's expression abruptly twisted. He opened his mouth and vomited blood as the cracks across his face spread.

He screamed.

"Old thing!!!"

"Don't waste time, Little Belzuna."

Amid waves of drilling sounds, the dachshund with neither head nor tail in sight had already fallen from the sky, burrowed into the floor, and split apart—one becoming two, two becoming four. Scales emerged over the distorted, mutated dog heads on each body, and they opened their jaws to tear at everything in the workshop. From the tangled ball of flesh emerged half of Veterinarian, who examined him and sighed softly. "Look, for the sake of my friendship with your teacher, surrender peacefully. I'll make sure you can spend the rest of your life in Absolute Prison. If you cooperate, I can even help you find another student to continue the Dust Haze Lineage's inheritance..."

"Still throwing your weight around at your age—shut up!!!" Belzuna roared. "You dogs raised by the board not only covet my workshop, you want to steal the inheritance too?

Dream on!

I alone bear the rise and fall of Dust Haze! I'm the fucking future of Dust Haze! Don't even think about it!!!"

The trace of a smile on Veterinarian's face gradually vanished.

"Then there's... nothing to be done."

Snap!

A crisp snap of the fingers, as though undoing the final