Black Tiger Stockade.
Several bandits dragged a wild boar into the stockade kitchen. Wang Zong stood guard not far away, calmly watching everything.
On the first floor, he had lost to Nameless. According to Death Babel Tower's rules, he now had only six lives left. Those lives were extremely important, and he would not allow himself to lose to Nameless again.
The problem was the second floor. His identity was a bandit of Black Tiger Stockade, yet he had not received this bandit's memories and could only stand there honestly and observe.
As a bandit, the talent he had obtained was "Cold-Blooded Quickblade."
When he used a blade, his hands moved faster than an ordinary person's. Moreover, every person he killed increased his speed by another ten percent.
The only problem was that this talent had limitations. It could only improve through killing people; killing ordinary animals would not increase his speed.
God was about to use the Great Flood to destroy this world.
Only by finding the key that opened the Gate of Seclusion could he escape to the third floor.
The words "about to" made Wang Zong extremely uneasy. How long was "about to"? One day? Two days? Or perhaps a year?
Nameless's identity also made him anxious. He had already lost to Nameless once. Given the rules of this game, the strong would only grow stronger, while the weak would inevitably grow weaker.
Nameless had also retained his talent from the previous floor: Time Reversal. That alone was enough to put Nameless in an invincible position.
However, Time Reversal definitely had limitations. He had to find a way to make sure Nameless would die even if he reversed time. Unfortunately, his Horse-Toppling Poison had not carried over from the first floor, so he could only think of