Ever since I officially ascended to King of Prison Break, injuries on the job like this had been rare. And this time, I'd lost five points.
As for Fu Qian, it was hard to believe this was some special purifying effect like the one Third Xun had produced back then.
It wasn't the first time I'd taken a knife from the White-faced Man. This hadn't happened before—not even when I was only Second Order.
In my view, the likeliest explanation was that what I'd suspected to be "Lone King's power of plunder" had finally kicked in.
As for why all those earlier slashes hadn't done anything—simple. This time, I was the one wielding the knife.
If me doing the cutting had the same effect as any random White-faced Man doing it, why would Lone King bother with all this?
I had to admit, this was a man who clearly hoped to rise in status through his child. He had a few tricks of his own.
Once you stepped into this place, the only difference was how much you were bathed in Lone King's radiance. And when you stood before the true form in the sanctuary, that concept was taken to the extreme.
So much so that it had truly awakened the "White-faced Man" within me, making me—a character who'd been so hard to kill all the way here—turn on myself... and rack up an impressive record.
It wasn't just my Sanity Value dropping. Combined with the Sin Fire that had been raging all along, that slash had nearly emptied the remaining health bar in this body.
Of course, that still didn't count as a major problem. The main reason I hadn't shown King of Prison Break's true form was that this place couldn't withstand it.
With this method of adjusting