Nur stopped moving at his words.
Even Jasimhe could not help but anticipate the appearance of a miracle.
Zong Shen slowly extended a finger.
With a flash of light, a searing, melted-through bloody hole suddenly appeared in Nur's forehead the next second.
From a lord's perspective, his HP had been instantly emptied. He was dead beyond any doubt.
Since he had already decided to stand against the Sarranid Sultanate and had even supported the Sandfolk's uprising, Zong Shen certainly would not hypocritically play games of appealing to Aja of Mist Oasis with reason and emotion.
After all, a change of ownership in Mist Oasis would be tantamount to emptying out his entire fortune.
Looking at his brother, who had been speaking just moments ago but had now lost all signs of life, Jasimhe stood there in a daze.
Tears unknowingly streamed down his face.
"Big Brother!"
"Why... why did you kill him..."
"You've already obtained Mist Oasis!"
Jasimhe could not help but question him.
Yet when he met Zong Shen's icy gaze, he involuntarily shuddered.
The man before him had slaughtered at least tens of thousands of lives...
Zong Shen curled his lips into a smile befitting a great villain.
"Mr. Jasimhe, regrettably, this world is not as you wish."
"It is a crude, chaotic world that is terrifyingly vast."
"Here, the power of one's fist is power itself."
As he spoke, a black eye-shaped mark emerged between his brows.
This was his [Black God] forehead ornament.
Immediately afterward, he offered Jasimhe a [Black God Contract].
The contract could establish employment, enslavement, and other trade relationships. Both parties' attribute points served as collateral, and violators would be affected by the Black God and have the relevant attributes deducted.
The maximum number of individuals that could be contracted simultaneously could not