Brutal Assassination

"?!"

Everyone on the tower platform was stunned.

The bizarre top-hatted host had transformed right before their eyes into a tall, handsome young man with violet eyes...

Those present were all high-ranking members of their respective factions, powerful and experienced. They quickly suppressed their shock and regained their composure.

They had also roughly guessed what had happened.

Even if the truth was hard to believe.

"You..."

Among the two members of the Spirit Society—the only group that had suffered no losses—the short-haired female mage cried out.

"You're the representative of 'Midnight Rose,' Mr. Gilan Iros?!"

Clearly, she knew something about Gilan.

That was why her reaction was so intense.

As she exposed Gilan's identity, everyone else's pupils contracted, and a sense of absurdity surged through them.

So...

The so-called tower host had actually been the representative of "Night Rose" in disguise!

And everything that had happened just now had been a trap he had laid for the three great secret societies... No, with his strength, he had no need to set a trap.

This had been nothing more than outright amusement!

He had toyed with the gambling representatives of the Hymn Choir, Ascetic Sect, and White Dove Tower as if they were in the palm of his hand...

First, he had crushed them with force and made them submit. Then, he had forced them to follow the so-called "rules of the game" and slaughter one another.

Until, in the end, there were two dead and two injured!

As for how he had been waiting here in advance and appeared in the host's guise?

The answer was obvious.

Gilan Iros had forcibly entered the tower, killed the host, and taken his place, usurping the nest!

That nearly flawless ability to transform and imitate was extremely similar to the February path of