"There's no need for that."
Lin Xuan raised his eyes. Not a ripple stirred in his pitch-black pupils as he calmly stated a fact.
"Because even with all of you together... it makes no difference to me."
Before his words had faded, he reached into the inner pocket of his Marine uniform and took something out.
It was a small, emerald-green bean.
In the dark, bloody depths of hell, the faint vitality emanating from that bean seemed utterly out of place.
"Smoker."
Lin Xuan called without looking back.
"Yes!" Smoker instinctively stood at attention and answered.
Lin Xuan flicked his finger. The green bean traced a precise arc through the air, sailing straight toward Smoker.
"Put this in his mouth."
Smoker scrambled to catch the bean. It felt smooth and warm in his hand and carried a strange, delicate fragrance.
He stared blankly at the thing in his hand, barely larger than a fingernail, then looked at Magellan nearby, who was barely breathing. For a moment, his mind failed to catch up.
What... is this?
He raised his head and looked at Lin Xuan's back. That figure remained straight and tall, as though he were about to face a bunch of small fry rather than a group of legendary monsters.
Smoker gritted his teeth. Without any further hesitation, he clenched the tiny bean and turned to sprint toward Magellan.
An eerie silence fell over the entire sixth level.
The mocking smiles froze on Shiryu's and the others' faces, replaced by utter disbelief and confusion.
A bean?
At a moment when life and death hung in the balance, this Marine Admiral had tossed out a bean?
Even the legends inside the cages let out low chuckles of unclear meaning. They looked at Lin Xuan as though he were a fool who