Physical mage, challenge me to a solo duel!

In a dark, dusty basement, an elderly man, emaciated and withered, lay slumped on a sofa covered in patches of mold.

The old man's hair and beard were messy and white, as if they hadn't been groomed for many years, and were haphazardly tangled together. Judging from his frame, he should have been a tall and strong man of 1.95 meters, but at this moment he was so thin that he seemed to be nothing but a skeleton.

His sleeves were rolled up, revealing bare arms that looked like nothing more than skin glued to the bones, covered with grotesque needle marks from hypertrophic scarring—a truly horrifying sight.

Next to the elderly man's sofa was a rusty IV stand. Although no medicine was visible on the stand at the moment, the needle marks on the man's arms were likely from it.

From the old man's ashen and sunken cheeks, one could vaguely discern a trace of his once handsome Western features, but now he was emaciated, withered, and his eyes were dull, as if he were on his deathbed.

If King Biancheng, using the pseudonym Sergio Prague, were fortunate enough to see the old man's face at this moment, he might vaguely recognize that this seemingly miserable old man was once a man of extraordinary strength, a powerful figure who single-handedly founded the Underworld organization, but who had completely disappeared in recent years, with governments around the world offering astronomical bounties, yet few had ever seen his true form.

The First King Yama of the Underworld.

It's hard to imagine that the leader of any country could have imagined that King Qin Guang, whom they have been trying to capture, would be in this state now.

Next to King Qin Guang, there was also a sofa.

The sofa was spotless and brand new, and a very young man was sitting on it, resting with his left hand on his cheek and his eyes closed.

Although they were in the same room, the sofa the young man was sitting on and his own state of mind formed a stark contrast with King Qin Guang.

"You've guarded me for five years, imprisoned me for five years, neither killing me nor releasing me, just torturing me like this, what is the reason for this?" King Qin Guang spoke with difficulty, his voice weak, dry, and barely audible.

However, the young man beside him heard everything clearly.

"There's nothing to talk about with a puppet like you, whose thinking is twisted and who has no self," the young man said casually after opening his eyes and yawning.

"Distorted thinking? No self? A puppet? Hehehe... cough cough cough cough..." King Qin Guang laughed weakly twice, then was interrupted by a painful and suppressed cough.

Having finally stopped coughing, King Qin Guang took a couple of deep breaths before continuing, "Who isn't? Do you really think I don't know your background?" King Qin Guang forced his eyes open wide, staring at the young man before him, and shouted out a name in Chinese, word by word, clearly and distinctly, even with a hint of angry roar:

"Lin! Qing! Yu!"

Upon hearing these three words, the young man, or rather Lin Qingyu, finally managed a playful smile. He couldn't help but sit up straight, raise his hands, and clapped three times, saying in a tone that was both praising and sarcastic, "Rare indeed. After thinking about it for five years, you've finally figured it out."

King Qin Guang's chest heaved slightly: "We're both puppets of the Queen Bee, why are you treating me like this? Aren't you afraid of being eliminated by the Queen Bee after this is exposed!"

Lin Qingyu agreed wholeheartedly, saying, "So apart from you and me, no one else will know what happened in this room. As for your information, I regularly report to the Queen Bee on your behalf. We're colleagues, so it's only my duty to do some work for you. There's no need to thank me."

King Qin Guang's eyes widened upon hearing this: "So your goal is to control the Underworld organization?"

Lin Qingyu shook his head and sighed, "You're overthinking it. This bunch of scoundrels in the underworld are useful, but only to a limited extent. I have no time to fight you for power and profit. What a joke! Even if I become the number one puppet, does that mean I'm no longer a puppet?"

"You...you..." King Qin Guang's cracked lips trembled slightly: "You want to rebel?"

At this moment, Lin Qingyu sensed the information transmitted simultaneously in his mind, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly. He muttered to himself, "It's really not easy, junior. We're finally about to meet. You have no idea how much I've sacrificed for you."

A moment later, Lin Qingyu's gaze fell on King Qin Guang's dying body again, and he said to King Qin Guang with some cheerfulness, "I take back what I just said. These scoundrels in the underworld are actually quite useful, especially since they are more useful when they are dead than when they are alive."

After saying this, Lin Qingyu stood up, walked to King Qin Guang's side, and a trace of pity appeared on his face: "You have suffered so much over the years. Now, you can be free."

King Qin Guang was stunned after hearing Lin Qingyu's words. He could hardly believe that Lin Qingyu would destroy the underworld organization he had worked so hard to create. He didn't even notice Lin Qingyu's last sentence.

When Lin Qingyu came to his side, King Qin Guang realized that Lin Qingyu did not take out the green liquid that had stagnated his vitality, magic power, and even soul power as usual, but instead reached his hand directly to the top of his head.

At this moment, King Qin Guang finally understood the "liberation" that Lin Qingyu had mentioned.

King Qin Guang couldn't help but recall his life, from his youthful awakening with passion, to his conquest of the abyss, to being branded with the mind by the Queen Bee, and then escaping into darkness, becoming King Qin Guang, founding the Underworld, and stirring up trouble.

Regardless of good or evil, this life of the Dharma Master has been quite eventful and magnificent.

It's just the last five years of my life.

Five years! Does the world know how he spent those five years?

For the past five years, he has huddled in this dark and sunless prison, enduring the torment of inexplicable toxins on his magic, body, and soul, day and night, unable to live or die.

If I were to die today, it would truly be a "liberation".

Seeing that Lin Qingyu's hand was about to completely block out his vision, King Qin Guang suddenly felt a surge of his last will to live. His weak and aged body convulsed, and his mind seemed to be undergoing a battle between heaven and man. He struggled to say:

"I...can join...you!"

King Qin Guang's words caused Lin Qingyu to pause in his actions.

"It seems I underestimated you. Among the Queen Bee's puppets, you are quite special. After all, you lack sufficient temperament and wisdom, yet you cannot even muster the slightest rebellious spirit."

Lin Qingyu sighed, and a dim light flashed in King Qin Guang's eyes.

But the next moment, Lin Qingyu's palm continued its journey, passing through King Qin Guang's mind and completely extinguishing that glimmer of light.

Looking at the blood in his palm that was so green it was almost black, and the faintly glowing human crystal, Lin Qingyu sighed inwardly.

"Unfortunately, I can't trust you."