"I represent this city's laws. I'm the top man in the Supreme Arbitration Court."
"Clown, I don't care who's hiding behind that mask. I promise you'll regret this."
After the middle-aged man finished speaking, the light and shadow around him slowly faded.
He vanished from the corpse.
Clown acted as if he hadn't noticed. Humming softly, he walked to a corner of the bank.
There was a city map there.
"Ding-ding-ding, found it."
Clown dabbed his fingers in the blood on the floor and lightly traced a mark in the corner of the map.
It was the address of the Supreme Arbitration Court in the City of Sin.
"A blood debt must be paid in blood—though this isn't a personal debt of mine, I've got to put in a good day's work now."
Clown muttered to himself, raised his hand, and glanced at the Sin Clock.
Time had once again crossed the seven-minute mark.
A line of tiny gray text appeared in the air:
"Based on your performance, you have entered the eighth minute."
"You may choose to exchange for seven different Transcendence abilities. Their levels will be identical to the Clown Mask."
"You may also choose to exchange all seven minutes at once to obtain a more powerful ability of some kind."
"Please choose."
Clown thought it over briefly.
In this world, the strongest person was three times stronger than him, and he had only twelve hours.
He wasn't Zhang Yinghao.
A man like Zhang Yinghao could use every item and every bit of power to the utmost, all to kill his enemy.
That was how an assassin operated.
—But with his own fighting style, he was better suited to solving problems in ways no one could predict.
Clown had made up his mind.
"I choose to exchange all