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Chapter 1796, Section 429: The Invisible Guardian

The wizard who instinctively advanced to the twelfth round but was instantly killed was similar. He may have had a strong and resilient mind, but that was in the past. Now he is just a wizard who has been corrupted by primal elements and driven half-mad.

"Huh? It has a child?"

Annan noticed that the paper with the name "Mind Eater" on it also included a small Mind Eater.

"Wouldn't it be too despicable of us to do this?" He couldn't help but hesitate.

"Then should we let it go?"

"I'm just kidding, it would be a waste not to take advantage of such an obvious weakness!"

I am now the succubus Olme, not Annan Reeves, the lord of Liberty City. I don't need to have any moral burdens, and there's no point in talking about morality with the Mind Eater. Victory is justice!
……

The Mind Eater Child is also a Mind Eater.

But the Mind Eater Child is still a child.

Without much effort, Anan and Beldona, who had transformed into two Mind Eaters, led the little Mind Eater away from the audience under the pretext that "we are your father's friends and have come to take you to eat sweet heart cake."

Not long after, the Mind Eater, who was staying in the contestant camp, received a message from the Ratmen: "Your child is in our hands. If you want it to live, bring valuables and come to the first level alone."

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The rat-paper parchment was torn to shreds, and the Heart-Eating Demon grabbed the ratman who delivered the message and roared, "Who sent you?!"

Not far away, Russ, who was carefully observing the Rat King's muscle texture and power exertion, glanced at him with a puzzled look.

The Mind Eater couldn't do anything to the messenger ratman, nor did it trust the Macken ratman. It could only follow the kidnapper's instructions, taking all its valuables and obediently heading to the meeting place alone.

Upon arriving at the address on the letter, the Mind Eater saw two unfamiliar Mind Eaters playing with a little Mind Eater riding on the back of a ratman, laughing and joking. One of the Mind Eaters noticed something and looked over.

The Heart-Eating Demon launched a mental attack in an instant, attempting to control its opponent. However, the Heart-Eating Demon only momentarily lost its senses before regaining its senses.

The Heart Eater's expression turned serious. Those immune to its mental attacks must be Heart Eaters of at least the same rank as itself… But how did so many Heart Eaters suddenly appear here among the Ratmen? Could it be…?

The Heart Eater felt a chill run down its spine as it watched the two Heart Eaters whispering to each other. Then, another Heart Eater approached it.

"Your child is very well-behaved."

The first sentence nearly drove the Heart-Eating Demon mad, a low growl escaping its throat: "Whoever you are, if you harm my child, I will never let you go!"

"As a heart-devouring demon, you actually value family ties so much, I acknowledge you!"

The Heart Eater scoffed at the other party's words, but dared not provoke the kidnappers.

Annan glanced back at Beldona, who was taking care of the child, and continued, "Mind Eater, your son is in my hands. He's so young and hasn't experienced the beauty of this world yet. You don't want anything to happen to him, do you?"

"what do you want!"

"I'm just asking you to leave here... and hand over the money you have."

Asking for money was something Annan had thought of on the spur of the moment. It wasn't that he was greedy for the money that consumed his inner demons, but rather that he wanted to justify his actions—if you rob someone and don't take anything, isn't that breaking the rules?
But the Heart-Eating Demon still vaguely guessed something and slowly said, "I promise I will leave and not block your way."

Annan readily agreed, saying, "Very good, you know what's good for you. Lord Milos likes intelligent people."

The Heart Eater tossed over a large money pouch, which Annan stuffed into his magic ring without even glancing at it, and called out without turning his head.

The legendary wizard's Ring has the ability to block tracking, so no one can find it.

Berdona lifted the little Heart Eater off the ratman's back, gave it a few copper coins, and led it back to the Heart Eater. "Remember not to trust strangers easily, and listen to your father when you get back," she instructed as she crouched down, pushing the little Heart Eater towards her.

"Know it."

The Heart Eater's expression softened slightly as it watched this scene. It picked up the still somewhat reluctant Heart Eater and walked towards the surface without looking back.

Annan put his hands on his hips and watched the Heart Eater's retreating figure, then suddenly tilted his head and asked, "You like children?"

Annan had never seen anyone so attentive to Belludona—though the little thing was quite cute.

“Their identities don’t seem simple.” Berdona stood up.

How could the Heart-Eating Demon bring a small child around the main plane, participate in bloody battles, and plot to become the legion commander?

"Who knows? Anyway, it's none of our business."

If it were a six-armed serpent demon, Annan might have been interested in showing concern for the orphan and widow, asking if she needed shelter, a job, or a husband. But the Heart-Eating Demon… he really couldn't think of any use for bringing it to Freedom City.

As for using despicable means to drive out competitors... Annan preferred to call it a "scheme".

They returned to the Bloodbath at night, after the ninth round, bringing the first day of bloody battles to a temporary close.

It wasn't that the Macken Skaven were being considerate by letting the players rest for a few days; it was simply that it was getting dark. If the darkness hadn't affected the performance of some players, the Macken Skaven would have been keen to continue the match.

The Mackenzie had absolutely no intention of operating the Bloodbath as a competition.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, the remaining rounds of the bloody battle will be completed tomorrow, and a legion commander will be selected.

Annan's time is very tight.

After returning to their lodgings with Berdona, Annan waited for Firros late at night.

Annan believed that eliminating each emerging player was too inefficient: "Why don't we just go all the way and wipe out all the seeded players?"

"what?"

At that moment, the devil from hell thought that Annan was more like a devil than himself.

Annan argued vehemently, "If you don't tell, and I don't tell, who will know it was us?"

Philosophy's siblings said, "Too many deaths will raise suspicions."

"Then let's assassinate the Rat King as well!"

Philos used to look down on humans, thinking them weak and cowardly, crying at the slightest injury, and that they had no right to occupy the best land on the continent of Allen. She believed that the ratmen would eventually replace them.

Even now, she still believed that the ratmen would win, but she had to admit that there were some madmen among humans, and these madmen would assimilate this cowardly race into being like him.

Phyllis and her brother finally produced a second list. Unlike the first one, the second list had more names, more ratmen, and more detailed information.

Philosopher's siblings said that these were the candidates sent by each clan to compete for the legion commander, and although they were not particularly powerful, they all had the power to restrain the Rat King.

Annan sensed a conspiracy. The bloody war might still be a bloody war, and the so-called legion commander position wasn't meant for a guilty rat like the Rat King... Imagine, the valiant ratmen from various clans ultimately defeat the sinful rats of the McKenne clan, and the Rat King, having lost his clan, becomes the legion commander in triumph—it would be perfectly legitimate...

Fortunately, the Rat King has his own invisible guardian.

(End of this chapter)