Slaughter City's darkness would never change for any one person. Its life-harvesting rules continued to turn at the same rhythm they had followed for a thousand years, like some kind of ecological cycle.
At first, Meng Chen would occasionally pity the lives slipping away, but now, he no longer paid special attention to them.
His words and actions had completely adapted to the city's rhythm. He now felt nothing toward slaughter, was keenly sensitive to killing intent, and had adjusted his entire body and mind to suit this environment.
Meng Chen truly had changed a great deal because of Slaughter City.
At the beginning, Meng Chen would still think about how long he had been separated from Xiao Wu.
But now, he no longer measured the passage of time by dates. Instead, he measured how close he was to completing his Divine Trial by each victory in the Slaughter Arena.
He refused to drink Bloody Mary, using his willpower to resist the maddening atmosphere, mental contamination, and airborne toxins.
Thus, he counted the days until he descended into madness. These became the coordinates he used to measure the passage of time.
Meng Chen kept winning, until he finally caught the King of Slaughter's attention.
After piercing the hearts of nine opponents attacking him from all sides once again and walking out of the Slaughter Arena, he saw the King of Slaughter's envoy waiting for him.
Her figure was voluptuous and alluring, her explosive body wrapped in tight black clothes. Her red lips were like blood, as though coated in Bloody Mary, making one want to madly devour her in this damned place.
Yet the people passing by did not dare even glance at her, much less devour her.
"The King of Slaughter requests your presence."
The envoy's tone was cold.