The Dead Hand, Hurry Up and Write!

The Dead Hand, Hurry Up and Write!

The Chess Master from Group One had lost his mind, making his Chess Piece move away from the Treasure Chest Grid.

The Chess Piece from Group One had lost his mind too. It stood stock-still, as if it had been too used to the good life and just had to suffer a little.

This group had puzzled Anzhi Tinglan from the very beginning. At first, she had only thought those two Chess Pieces were no easy marks. After Group Two's resurrection incident, she began to think the Chess Master from Group One was even more terrifying than the Chess Pieces in his group.

Now, she really couldn't understand their behavior.

"The Chess Master clearly knows where the Treasure Chest Grid is, yet he's making his Chess Piece move in the opposite direction. Could there be some grudge between the Chess Master and his Chess Piece? Or were they enemies to begin with? Is that why he won't send the Chess Piece toward the Treasure Chest Grid, and instead wants to use the grids in the instance to get rid of him?"

Anzhi Tinglan analyzed the situation in her mind.

As she thought, she looked down at her junior sister's body beside her feet. It was also possible that the Chess Piece's survival threatened the safety of Group One's Chess Master.

But considering the two Chess Pieces' bizarre behavior earlier, Anzhi Tinglan felt that even if Group One's Chess Master sent them both onto the Together Death Grid, they might not die.

Just what kind of people were Group One...

A name surfaced in Anzhi Tinglan's mind. She had once met someone in an instance who was as unconstrained as Group One was now, but the person in her memories hadn't reached the point