Night Owl

"Really?" Red Earl was somewhat surprised. He hadn't expected the other party to be so agreeable.

Something was clearly amiss!

He didn't believe Swain would simply give it to him for free.

Without a moment's hesitation, Swain said firmly, "Why would I lie to you?"

Huh?

Seeing his expression, Red Earl's heart began to pound.

However, Swain's next words cleared up his doubts.

"You can cooperate with me. Naturally, the reward for this cooperation will be the blood of the strong." Swain smiled.

"Cooperate?" Red Earl sneered. "I'll say it again: in this vast world, there is no one I, Red Earl..."

"No one you can't kill?"

Swain immediately cut him off with a question.

He could go wherever he wanted, but couldn't Swain say the same about anywhere in the world?

It was merely a matter of whether he wanted to go and whether he had the time.

That question left him speechless.

If things were truly as Swain said, he wouldn't have been thrown into Impel Down Prison to live in darkness without end.

Even now, whenever he recalled it, it felt like a nightmare.

Worse than death!

"So you know what your greatest disadvantage is: your age!"

Hearing that, Red Earl seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world. "As long as I have blood, I can remain forever young, even... live forever!"

Swain ignored him and continued, "I'm talking about the years you lost. At the time when you needed companions most, you chose to walk alone in arrogant solitude."

"The times have changed. The arrival of the new generation has filled you with fear. They are young, passionate, and have powerful companions."

"And you have already begun to feel your strength failing..."

After hearing Swain's words, he remained silent for a long