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"A god even more powerful than Bira..."

He muttered to himself, his voice filled with unbelievable fear, a deep-seated terror that nearly drove him mad.

How can he possibly believe that?

His god was devoured by another god.

"How is this possible!" Malik shouted, his mind completely collapsing at that moment.

A cold glint flashed in Luo Bai's dark eyes as he slowly raised his right hand: "[Fire Truck], [Day of Wrath], [God of the Underworld Who Locks the World]."

"For players..."

"Direct attack!"

The fire truck's cannons spewed out blazing columns of fire, and the axe of the Wrathful Day cleaved through the air; the two attacks, like the Grim Reaper's scythe, were aimed directly at Malik.

The figure of [the God of the Underworld] did not appear in the duel arena.

“Why…why is this happening…” Malik watched in despair as death approached, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"My God...my strength..."

The attack instantly engulfed his figure, eliciting a shrill scream: "Ah—!"

With a snap, the basic score plummeted.

Red team's base score: 3100 (Necromancer's Lure reduces this score) → 100 → 0

The Dark Game was triggered, and all the dark gun barrels around him were pointed at Malik.

"No...no..." Malik stared at the gun barrel, trembling as he murmured to himself, his eyes filled with terror.

He finally remembered what a dark game was.

"boom--"

Dozens of black gun barrels fired simultaneously, and a dense barrage of bullets rained down like a storm, tearing through the air and striking Malik.

"Ahhh!" A shrill scream echoed through the cave.

Inside the cave, spent shell casings clattered to the ground, sparks flew, and a hail of bullets struck flesh and bone with dull thuds.

Malik's withered skin was torn apart by bullets, revealing the dark, rotting tissue beneath. His shriveled body convulsed amidst the hail of bullets, each bullet creating a dark hole in his body, sending fragments of rotten flesh flying everywhere.

Until finally, it became a pile of rotten flesh, like a sieve.

Malik, covered in blood and panting, stared at Luo Bai with malicious eyes and uttered in a hoarse voice, "This...this is just...the beginning! The curse...will never end! We...will meet again!"

"The God of the Underworld...a curse..."

He let out a weak yet ferocious laugh: "Hahaha...you'll pay the price sooner or later!"

"Boom—"

Suddenly, an invisible dark energy surged from the void, crashing down on Malik's body like a storm. Instantly, rotting flesh scattered, and the entire cave was torn apart by this force.

[God of the Underworld] After a short delay, he unleashes a normal attack, dealing a soul strike.

Then came a burst of gunfire, the devastating firepower engulfing Malik's mangled body.

"asshole!"

Malik's soul broke free from his shattered body and transformed into a cloud of black mist, rushing towards Luo Bai.

His venomous voice echoed in the air: "Fall into the abyss!"

As the black mist swept in, Luo Bai remained calm and gently raised his hand.

Just as Malik's vengeful spirit was about to touch him, countless blue shadow lines bound the spirit, preventing it from advancing any further.

The vengeful spirit was unable to speak, its face clearly asking, "Why?"

Luo Bai kindly explained, "This thing is called a Soul Energy Converter."

"Want to see you again?" he sneered. "Disappear, loser."

"You—ah!" Malik's vengeful spirit let out a shrill scream before being sucked into the converter and completely dissipated.

[Duel Ended]

The winner takes all.

[Blue Side]

The announcement from the intelligent referee, delayed for several minutes, finally arrived.

The dark game ended, and the sound of machinery hummed in the corner of the cave. A hidden door opened, and a lift leading to a higher level slowly emerged, emitting a ghostly blue light.

Luo Bai did not immediately step onto the elevator platform to go to the eleventh floor.

Instead, he slumped to the ground, his face buried in his hands.

He doesn't like who he is now.

There was no joy in successfully avenging oneself.

There was no sadness of losing a friend.

There is no anger over an unfair game.

There was no fear of summoning the god of the underworld.

Like a machine, so cold.

He seemed to finally understand.

That day in my memory.

On that day, the whole world hoped that the researcher [Bai] would give up his physical body and live on, so that he could continue to contribute his wisdom to the world.

Only the person he loved most, the person who loved him most, wanted him to die peacefully, to die like a human being.

And then there's Philina's line, "I like you, the human."

The essence of leadership is an energy based on racial characteristics.

The more dominant a person is, the more susceptible they are to racial traits.

Dragon: strong and resilient, aloof.

Magician: Mysterious, prophetic.

Undying: Deep resentment, rebirth.

...

(Other races haven't been set up yet; additions are welcome.)

...

A drone hovered over Luobai, swaying back and forth.

It's like they're performing a ridiculous dance.

There are also mechanical dolls, electronic dragon cores, crystal machines, and lightning sword mechs...

They came over one by one and sat down beside him.

I stayed quietly by your side.

I've always been there for you.

...

Machinery: Precision, ruthlessness.

Chapter 689 The Headmaster and Headmaster

The underworld, reincarnated in the snowy mountains, room 2 on the tenth floor.

[Duel Ended]

The winner takes all.

[Blue Side]

The intelligent referee's clear voice echoed in the air.

“Ah—” Binel sighed deeply, pursed her lips and said, “I lost.”

"How terrifying is The Little Mermaid."

Yi Lan breathed a sigh of relief and gently curved into a joyful smile.

"Won."

"We won! We won! We won!"

She actually wanted to jump up and laugh wildly, then dance and proclaim to the world that she had won.

But she didn't do that. She kept suppressing the impulse, secretly overjoyed, and outwardly aloof, pretending to be "mature".

Bina noticed something amiss, narrowed her eyes, and scrutinized the woman in black robes before her.

She wore a black mask, revealing clear blue eyes. A few strands of long silver hair fluttered in front of her forehead. A wide black robe covered her slender figure, and every time the wind blew, the hem of her robe would ripple.

"Looks so familiar..."

"And this sound..."

Bina stroked her chin, frowning in thought. Fragments of incomplete and blurry memories pieced together in her mind. Suddenly, her eyes widened in shock, and she let out a loud bang.

"Dean!"

"Is that you, Dean?"

She lunged forward, as swiftly as a mask changing shape.

She received a lot of help from Yi Lan in the academy and the team, and was grateful for his guidance. She is a die-hard fan.

But until just now, she had forgotten, forgotten her greatest benefactor.

The underworld is truly a terrifying place.

The scary part isn't the demons and monsters, but the way we unconsciously forget important people or things.