Clang!
The moment the back door slammed shut again, every customer in the legendary little shop seemed to draw a slightly shallower breath.
Faced with the bloody scene behind them, that eccentric madman hadn't just shown no hesitation—he'd even rushed over to get a closer look, shocking everyone all over again.
Of course, what left them most speechless was the news he'd just brought: the blessing would definitely appear, and it would come with even more bloodshed.
If anyone else there had said that, everyone would have taken it for alarmism, an attempt to scare off the competition.
Those who dared come here to watch and take a chance despite the deterrent posed by Siren and the Ji Clan weren't cowards. They wouldn't be fooled so easily.
And yet, because those words had come from a strange madman who seemed unserious in every way, they somehow carried an inexplicable air of credibility.
Especially now that someone from Siren had already lost their head.
The unorganized transcendents made up more than half the people present, but few of them had come alone. Most had formed small groups of a few people.
Glances flew between them as they hurriedly reassessed the risks of this trip.
"Let's wait until the blessing appears first."
In response to Nora's questioning look, Old Man Tir furrowed his brow and finally spoke in a low voice.
That fellow had given him a very strange feeling, far removed from that of a mere alarmist.
But they'd gone to so much trouble to get here, and had already waited this long. There was no way they could just leave.
They might as well wait and see whether the blessing Mr. Lu had predicted really would come.
"Okay."
The artisan seated on Tir's other side—the one who'd sold bullets to