Ding, ding, ding.
System notifications kept chiming, and Black's grin nearly reached his ears.
Each kill paid far less than the three Undead Demon Kings, but there were so many of them!
After one sweep, his Slaughter Value soared. Black also collected a mountain of odds and ends. He had strung together so many Storage Bracelets that they could wrap around his waist three times.
The contents surely couldn't compare to the three Demon Kings' collections.
But even scraps were worth having!
Black was more than satisfied with his haul.
Once the cleanup was done, Black flew back to Blood Demon God Bradwell. His gaze swept over where the three Undead Demon Kings had vanished. Fragments of their weapons and armor remained there, along with a dense Blood Demon God Power Aura.
A brilliant idea struck him.
He quickly gathered the fragments bearing Blood Demon Power Residue, as well as a wisp of Pure Blood Qi that had naturally escaped when Bradwell attacked and condensed there.
Then... Black did not try to plant traces of the Succubus God, as a conventional frame-up would. That would be too deliberate.
Instead, he carefully left this "evidence" belonging to the Blood Demon God in places that were conspicuous but didn't quite make sense.
For instance, in the ruins of a watchtower half-eaten away by blood demon energy, he tucked an Armor Shard marked with blood demon patterns into a collapsed cellar granary.
Only after finishing all that did Black return to Bradwell's side.
Bradwell had watched him the whole time. A trace of confusion appeared in his scarlet eyes.
"Black, what are you doing? If we're framing someone, why leave traces of me? Shouldn't you plant traces of that Sly Fox, the Succubus God, instead?"
He was proud, not stupid. He understood the