The Sacrifice

In a dark, pitch-black cave.

Chris was drenched in sweat, her whole body still trembling.

Compared to her, the three Buried Ones beside her were in even worse shape. They had passed out, their eyes rolled back.

Just moments ago, Wu Ming had completely unleashed his aura and tortured them mercilessly under absolute suppression.

The three sprawled on the ground had failed to satisfy Wu Ming, so he had resorted to a soul-searching technique that inflicted even greater damage on their souls. Though they were still alive, there was no guarantee they wouldn't suffer lasting aftereffects when they woke.

"Oh, Our Lord... You are my sky, my earth, my life, my everything..."

Chris, that madwoman, seemed to have some secret taste for abuse. She was drooling now, practically ready to kneel down and lick Wu Ming's toes.

Could this woman be a lunatic...?

Wu Ming rolled his eyes to himself. But surviving in an organization like this without having something wrong with you would be the abnormal thing, wouldn't it?

Through these few Buried Ones, he had finally gained some understanding of the organization.

The situation was a mixed bag.

The bad news was that, as expected, there was a being above Level Six behind the organization.

The good news was that the being seemed somewhat abnormal. It wasn't a true god and hadn't even managed to descend once. It could only send down vague, ambiguous wills, often riddled with contradictions.

The reason, of course, was that this Lord of the Ouroboros was not a true god at all—not even a False God!

According to Chris, several hundred years ago, the founding member of the Ouroboros Ring had chanced upon a revelation from an entity in another world.

This entity was no true god, yet possessed power comparable to one.