Number 34 was named Anderson. Though his name sounded very Western, he actually had the face of an Eastern human. His surname was An, and his given name was Desen.
He cultivated internal energy from a high-martial world, and his specialty was his family's An-style Tai Chi.
He wore a modern high-tech chameleon camouflage suit and lay behind a moss-covered rock, his eyes fixed on a target not far away.
His target was Number 66.
After Number 66 revealed his position, Anderson had rushed to the vicinity at top speed and set up an ambush to observe him.
Number 66 was a middle-aged demi-human who looked to be over fifty.
The reason Anderson could tell he was a demi-human was because he had beast ears on his head and rows of protruding spikes along his spine.
This man was named Zodar, and his profession was Fate Weaver.
He could fire Fate Threads, weaving fate again and again before finally hunting down his target.
His target was contestant Number 46, not far away.
Contestant Number 46 was an androgynous youth dressed in red, with red hair and red eyes.
His lips, whether they had been painted with lipstick or not, were as crimson as blazing flames.
Zodar hid behind a tree and shot a Fate Thread at the youth.
In an instant, he saw himself suddenly attacking the youth, only for the youth to reveal a delighted smile and twist his neck at an unbelievable angle.
"Hiss!"
The Fate Thread in Zodar's hand snapped at once. He withdrew from the vision of the future and could not help sucking in a breath of cold air.
Number 46 had moved far too quickly. Zodar had clearly been the one launching a sneak attack, yet he had been instantly counter-killed.
"Again!"
Zodar refused