Although lifting the Dark Consciousness seemed about as useful as taking off your pants to fart, Fang Cheng considered himself an honest man who kept his promises. He had promised them freedom, so he had to honor that promise.
As for the fact that the King of the Undead could control them just as well, that wasn't something he needed to consider.
Under everyone's speechless gaze, Fang Cheng waved his hand and lifted the Dark Consciousness from them all.
Once the Dark Consciousness was gone, everyone's frenzied feelings toward him immediately lessened considerably.
But they still couldn't bring themselves to resist him, and they continued to obey his orders unconditionally.
So instead of feeling happy about gaining their "freedom," everyone seemed rather downcast.
Seeing their expressions, Fang Cheng reassured them. "Don't worry. You helped me a lot in battle. I won't ask you to do anything else from now on. You're truly free."
Fang Cheng thought he'd been very generous. Otherwise, according to the Colosseum's rules, all these competitors should have been killed.
Even if he had to reclaim all the monsters in the world someday, he could still spare them.
Unfortunately, Fang Cheng's reassurance did nothing to make them feel better.
With the Dark Consciousness, they were under Fang Cheng's control, but at least they could be considered his direct subordinates. That was a different relationship.
Without the Dark Consciousness, they were still under Fang Cheng's control, but their status had fallen to that of any other monster.
We'd already latched onto this powerful backer. Why was he kicking us away?
"Sir."
Selina couldn't help speaking up. "We're willing to follow you."
Fang Cheng instinctively started to refuse, but hesitated and changed his wording. "If that's what you want, you can come find me in Machine City later."
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