Wang Yang was not the King of Hell, able to control others' life and death at will. Yet though he was no King of Hell, over the next few days, a single thought of his could affect a person's fate. There was no pleasure in that feeling whatsoever.
The wavering of his thoughts left him distracted. He did not react at all even when Diavel invited him. Most people would likely have felt uncomfortable in such a situation, but Diavel seemed quite well-mannered and did not get angry just because Wang Yang ignored his proposal.
After waiting patiently for a while, Diavel saw only Wang Yang frowning tightly, lost in thought. He could not help frowning as well. He had no idea that Xiang Kong, already well-known in the early days of the game, was agonizing over Diavel's life and death. Precisely because he did not know, he found Wang Yang's behavior especially strange.
"Xiang Kong!" Helplessly, Diavel suddenly raised his voice.
Wang Yang's body jolted. The slight confusion in his eyes cleared, and when he looked up, he saw Diavel's puzzled gaze. Realizing he had been discourteous, he gave an embarrassed smile. "Sorry, I got too absorbed in my thoughts just now."
As soon as he said that, not only Diavel but the dozen or so other Players also looked at him strangely.
Too absorbed in his thoughts... That was not unusual in itself. The problem was that he had suddenly fallen silent in the middle of a conversation, then become so absorbed in thought that he had not heard a single word the other person said.
Seemingly noticing his own lapse in manners, Diavel lowered his head slightly, concealing the odd look in his eyes. After clearing his throat a few times, he raised his head again with