Qin Siyang looked at the figure before him and involuntarily swallowed.
He had never felt such a powerful presence in his life.
As deep as an ocean abyss.
It was like an altar pressing down upon his head, leaving him powerless to resist.
Qin Siyang tightened his grip on the Godslayer Spear.
But the moment he exerted strength through his fingers, he realized he could barely raise it.
It was not that his body could not move, but that no thought of resistance could arise in the depths of his mind.
As though, before this figure, resistance itself was an act that first required permission.
He forced himself to speak. "Who... are you?"
The figure before him did not answer.
He merely looked at the slave registry pages scattered across the floor, the Puppet Strings left behind after Alan's death, and the spot where Ada had vanished.
Finally, his gaze settled on the surrounding seawater, and he let out a soft sigh tinged with surprise.
"I thought it was merely a failed sacrifice. I did not expect there to be more."
He seemed not to have anticipated these surroundings.
Seeing this, Qin Siyang asked again, "Who exactly are you?"
At that moment, a low voice sounded beside Qin Siyang's ear.
"Shh!"
He still did not answer Qin Siyang, merely expressing his displeasure at the repeated questions.
Yet that single sound sent a chill through Qin Siyang's entire body and silenced him completely.
His gaze finally settled on Qin Siyang.
Qin Siyang felt his chest sink as the curse-filled seawater was forced into his lungs.
Had his Gill Slits not taken care of his breathing at that moment, he would likely have suffocated.
Cold sweat seeped from Qin Siyang's temples.
The figure raised his hand.
The Slave Registry Ledger opened on