"So you came here for it from the very beginning?"
While Miyamoto stood there, cowed into silence, Delin, who had been watching the show for a long while, couldn't help speaking up.
Rationally, he knew he shouldn't ask, but after one shock after another, he could no longer control his emotions.
"Of course. Why else would I have left blood on it?"
Mr. Luo held up his hand.
"Back then, you..."
Delin suddenly realized something.
"You hurt yourself on purpose?"
"That's right. I wasn't completely sure at the time, and confirming it in front of a crowd would've been troublesome."
So the wound on his palm had been deliberate, just to get his blood on the doll and make it easier to track later.
He'd planned from the start to sneak in during the chaos!
Delin couldn't help letting out a wordless sigh.
From beginning to end, these people had all been nothing but pawns.
Just as the man had said, they hadn't known a thing!
"You aren't the first group."
As if he'd seen what Delin was thinking, Mr. Luo let out a low laugh.
"Monsters make less effective bait than humans, especially Transcendents."
"So whenever it's time to harvest, a heavily paid team comes along. You can ask him how many times his people have been here."
"Of course, none of them ever made it back. Neither will you..."
Heh!
Delin gave a bitter laugh.
He'd suspected as much, but having it confirmed still filled him with despair.
His two teammates' faces had gone ashen.
"So what exactly is it?"
With no hope of survival, Delin decided he might as well ask and satisfy his curiosity.
"That's a worthwhile question.
"To some extent, you can think of these dolls as a kind of high-ranking supernatural creature.
"As for