Bololunzi Hotel, hundredth-floor venue.
"The Stellaron has been recovered, Kafka. We should leave." The Stellaron Hunter, clad in bright silver armor with cross-shaped pulse flames extending from his chest unit, stood atop the Fire Demon's remains and spoke in a cold mechanical voice.
A woman in a white inner shirt and a black cape-like coat adorned with spiderweb patterns raised her fingers, tugging at the crimson threads spread throughout the room. Her vivid purplish-red hair fell around her shoulders as she said,
"Don't rush, Sam. Silver Wolf rarely gets to return to Punklorde. Give her some time."
"This was not part of Elio's script." Sam's cold voice rang out again.
"Mm, I know. But in Elio's script, those desperadoes from the Eternal Flame Mansion weren't supposed to lose to someone outside the budget either." Kafka held out a hand, a playing card pinched between her fingers.
"Still, no matter how things unfold, it will all lead to that destined ending, won't it?"
Sam fell silent for a moment, then extinguished the pulse flames on his body.
"We only have three system hours."
"That's enough, Sam."
According to Elio's script, they had come to Punklorde to recover the Stellaron that was about to be auctioned off.
The Annihilation Gang and those clowns from the Eternal Flame Mansion were merely tools they had used to create chaos.
As for why they had let "Duke Inferno" Afrit go, it was because—
Elio's script still needed someone to play the role he had been assigned.
His mind felt muddled. Bai Heng seemed to have sunk into a sluggish ocean, falling deeper and deeper. Schools of deep-sea fish blocked the light filtering down from the surface, while swaying seaweed wrapped around his limbs.
It was a strange feeling, like he knew he was dreaming,