The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

The woman's voice echoed in his mind.

Chen Guan did not respond.

He even built a barrier in his mind to block out that voice.

Right now, I don't have time to deal with these uninvited guests.

Using the system's exchange function, he directly purchased a ready-made ritual formation. Now, everything is ready except for the final step.

Chen Guan strode forward; this was the penthouse suite of the Queen's Casino.

The Baroque-style decor is extremely luxurious, with golden reliefs and velvet curtains, exuding an air of extravagance even in the dim lighting.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the patterns of a crimson magic circle covered the entire night sky.

The entire city of Jiangcheng has been transformed into a giant altar.

In the center of the room, a man dressed in a blood-red robe was spreading his arms.

He is the leader of the Blood Embrace, Blood Butcher.

Endless streams of crimson threads poured in from the window and converged on his body.

The ground beneath his feet melted into a pool of thick blood plasma.

The air was thick with the sweet, metallic smell of rust and despair; every breath felt like inhaling congealed blood.

Blood Butcher noticed the arrival of the uninvited guest.

He slowly opened his eyes.

Those were eyes without pupils, completely dominated by scarlet.

He looked at Chen Guan, who was standing in the shadows by the door, but he wasn't angry. He just looked at him like a fly that had wandered into the banquet.

"A mere ant dares to covet my feast?"

His voice echoed in the empty suite, carrying the pressure of an eighth-level expert, enough to rupture the internal organs of a low-level ability user.

[Here it comes, the final boss!]

[Watch out, Coffin Bro, this guy doesn't look like someone you want to mess with.]

Why do I feel this boss is even more intimidating than the White Tiger?

[That's wrong. What little Karami dares to compare himself to the White Tiger? Did you really take his usual banter seriously?]

Chen Guan ignored the oppressive aura and the barrage of comments.

He didn't say a word.

The next moment, he raised his right hand, and a faint cluster of dark red flames ignited at his fingertips.

Baal's wrath.

However, he did not summon the power that was enough to incinerate the world.

Instead of attacking Blood Butcher, he flicked his finger.

He only has one chance to attack, so he must prioritize seizing the main body of the ritual.

The flame followed a predetermined trajectory and shot towards an inconspicuous sculpture in the corner of the room.

That place is one node of the entire sacrificial array inside the casino.

Blood Butcher's face still held a contemptuous expression.

He didn't even bother to raise his hand; the thought just crossed his mind.

A blood-red barrier opened up in front of the sculpture, easily engulfing the cluster of flames.

But the moment the flames went out, Blood Butcher's expression changed.

He sensed it.

The power of that flame was extremely high, carrying the aura of an ancient demon god.

More importantly, at the very moment he blocked the attack, a tiny gap appeared in the energy torrent of the entire ritual.

One negative emotion was removed.

The rate of loss has accelerated.

An absurd idea flashed through Blood Butcher's mind like lightning.

This third-tier kid isn't here to disrupt the ritual.

He came to steal!

"court death!"

Blood Butcher was enraged.

To have something stolen from his plate right in front of him by an ant was the greatest humiliation for an eighth-level expert.

He stopped maintaining the posture and raised his hand to shake hands in the air.

boom!

The power of the eighth rank erupted without reservation.

The space around the coffin was instantly compressed, distorted, and then collapsed.

There were no screams, no resistance; everything happened in an instant.

The chat room fell silent at that moment.

A second later, a tsunami of comments flooded the entire screen.

【？？？？？】

[That's it? Just like that?]

【Coffin Bro!!!】

[I don't believe it! I don't believe it! How could this happen! Author, you have no heart!]

Amidst the wails, Chen Guan's figure reappeared.

It looked exactly the same as before, even the wrinkles on its clothes were exactly the same as before it was crushed.

The suite was deathly silent.

For the first time, surprise appeared in Blood Butcher's crimson eyes.

The next second, the astonishment lingered in his eyes for less than a second before being swallowed up by a deeper rage.

"Interesting." His voice was icy as he raised his hand again. "I'd like to see how many times you can resurrect!"

The crimson spiritual energy transformed into dozens of sharp spears.

They pierced through Chen Guan's body from all directions, pinning him in mid-air.

Then it detonated inside his body, blasting him into a shower of blood.

[Holy crap! They're back!]

[That scared me to death! I knew Brother Coffin couldn't have died so easily!]

[What kind of superpower is this? Infinite resurrection? That's way too overpowered!]

Three seconds later, Chen Guan stepped back into the room.

"Again." Blood Butcher said expressionlessly, his arm transforming into a massive blood-red blade that swept across the area.

The coffin was cut in half at the waist.

Five seconds later, he fell from the sky.

boom! boom! boom!

What followed was a personal death show for Chen Guan in the penthouse suite.

He was burned to a crisp by the flames of blood, torn to pieces, and cut into countless fragments by sharp blades.

Every death was incredibly gruesome.

Each resurrection is as peaceful as ever.

He was like a silent actor.

He used his own body to crash into that copper and iron wall called the Eighth Step again and again.

They used the most desperate methods to buy time for the main body in the water tank of the building across the street.

The comments section went completely crazy.

At first, there was shock and ecstasy.

But as Chen Guan died time and time again, the atmosphere in the comments changed.

This is the tenth time... He's died ten times already...

He's risking his life to buy time! Every resurrection comes at a price!

[I was wrong, I was really wrong. I even said he was acting, that I was just a clown. I'll leave the matter to the authorities.]

[Yeah, where are the officials? Are they just sitting around doing nothing?]

The sadness was brewing and about to erupt.

Deep within Chen Guan's consciousness, the popularity value on the system panel was jumping wildly at an unprecedented speed.

Blood Butcher finally lost his patience.

He stopped attacking, his crimson gaze fixed on the resurrected Chen Guan.

"That's the end of that interesting trick."

He no longer fixated on mere physical destruction.

He raised his hands.

The power gathered from the entire ceremony began to converge in his palm.

That was the despair of millions of people in the city.

An energy spear crackling with black and red lightning slowly took shape in his hand.

This spear is woven from a massive amount of negative emotions.

Its aura made the space itself tremble.

It doesn't target Chen Guan's physical body, but rather his very existence.

"Resurrecting you a hundred times won't help." Blood Butcher's voice carried a judgmental tone: "This time, I will erase your soul, even the very concept of your existence!"

The black and red light spear flew out of his hand.

Then, in the blink of an eye, they were in front of the coffin.

Just as the spear of light was about to touch Chen Guan's brow, he felt utterly indifferent.

He can't stop it now, but he doesn't need to. He will respawn on his own, but it's a bit troublesome that he has to run back from the respawn point every time.

Just then, a scroll flew out automatically and slowly unfurled in mid-air.

It was a painting, and in the painting, there was only one figure from behind.

A figure also carrying a black coffin and holding a scythe.

The moment the scroll was unfurled, the entire room seemed to pause for a moment.

The next moment, the person in the painting moved.

He turned around, revealing a face exactly like Chen Guan's.

But there was no human emotion in those eyes, only a deathly indifference.

He stepped out of the painting.

A figure blocked Chen Guan's path.

He was exactly the same as Chen Guan, but his aura was so powerful that even Xue Tu felt his heart tremble.

In the painting, Chen Guan raises the sickle formed from ink stains in his hand.

He casually slashed down at the black and red spear that was powerful enough to obliterate the soul.

A pitch-black rift silently opened in the space, swallowing the light spear along with the power of the rules it contained.

For the first time, horror appeared in Blood Butcher's crimson eyes.

After Chen Guan finished all this in the painting, his indifferent gaze turned to him.