The rain grew heavier.
The rain washed away most of the blood, brain matter, and unidentified scraps of human tissue on the gravel.
Mo Yu was willing to stay in the Infinite Channel, even work for the system, not just because of his arrogant ambitions. There was another reason he had never told anyone.
He walked a tightrope, knowing the system might discover him at any moment. That all-or-nothing madness came purely from his enjoyment of the thrill of teetering between life and death, and his appreciation for the expressions players revealed in their pain and despair.
On the surface, the great President Mo was an ambitious master strategist, placed on a pedestal by the Infinite Channel's players. In truth, he was a devil who fed on other people's fear.
The Infinite Channel magnified the malice of the human world, yet that malice became a tonic that nourished his emotions.
No one knew just how much pleasure it gave Mo Yu to watch Shen Ru smash someone's skull in front of him out of jealousy and rage.
That boundless exhilaration turned into a profound desire, a scorching, restless fire kindling in the depths of his eyes.
Mo Yu stepped forward and pulled the young man up from his crouch, his expression revealing neither pleasure nor anger.
His warm, slender hand gently stroked Shen Ru's beautiful cheek, forcing him to look up.
Dark Shadow abruptly darted out from behind him and maliciously shredded the corpse that had spoiled Rose's mood, tossing it into the nearby forest like a piece of garbage.
Looking into those smiling red eyes, Mo Yu bent down and kissed the lips he had coveted for so long.
Gentle, yet utterly possessive.
The familiar mechanical voice of the system sounded.
``` "Ding! Congratulations, players, on passing the