Orochimaru Played His Trump Card

"Don't get so worked up. This is only a game. No one will truly die."

Orochimaru still bore a strong resemblance to Waver. His lips curved as he played a trump card. "But Waver's soul is in my hands."

Waver's soul really was in his hands.

A soul?

Iskandar's expression grew graver.

"When one of us members dies, our soul goes straight into our Badge. It's a benefit, but also a restriction: we need the Badge to be revived. But Waver isn't a member yet, is he?" Orochimaru smiled as though everything were under his control.

It had only been a move he'd made on the off chance it proved useful.

He hadn't known how much Waver meant to this Heroic Spirit.

But if Waver mattered a great deal, the move would pay off handsomely.

"What do you want?" Iskandar asked bluntly.

He knew he was being threatened, but he made no attempt to hide how much Waver mattered to him.

That Master was timid, but Iskandar could clearly see the qualities that made him shine.

Besides,

Waver was his retainer. That alone was enough.

"Give up your place in the event, then help me kill him." Orochimaru pointed at Itachi Uchiha.

Itachi Uchiha's expression stiffened slightly.

He hadn't expected Orochimaru to have a card like this up his sleeve.

Orochimaru had just said Itachi was the only person here he trusted.

"A despicable opportunist, as expected." Iskandar glanced at Itachi Uchiha, his expression barely changing. "How is this king to believe you'll keep your word?"

"You needn't worry about that." Orochimaru raised a hand, revealing a glass bottle in his grasp. He gave a raspy laugh. "Waver's soul is in here. Take it and use a Beginner Resurrection Coin, and you can revive him. All I want is to