Alone and Infinite

"Ding"

A silver coin was launched high into the air, reflecting a dreamlike luster as it tumbled rapidly through the air.

Then it was pinched by slender fingers.

"Control" or "grasp".

Bali placed the silver coins on the table. As the champion of the second-tier arena, his private box was exceptionally large.

In front of him, several special employees dressed in extremely revealing clothing were showing off their alluring figures.

Their faces were exceptionally perfect, so beautiful they seemed unreal, as if something special was missing.

But it was clear that the people in the private room weren't interested in dancing.

"Will he agree?"

Lyle, sitting not far away in the arena's second-place seat, crossed his arms and frowned as he said:

"Anyone with a brain can see through this rudimentary strategy, right?"

"Of course I can see through it, but so what?"

A faint smile appeared on Bali's handsome, almost painted face.

As a core seed of the second-tier top-level guild 'Echoes of Hell', his name is derived from the demons representing temptation and destruction in ancient Canaanite mythology.

"As long as we are human and cannot achieve absolute rationality, we will be swayed by all sorts of strange and powerless emotions."

His slender fingers tapped lightly in the air, as if plucking invisible strings.

The special workers who were dancing stopped, their eyes seemingly filled with a strange light.

It slowly lowered its body and crawled over on its knees.

Lyle's cheek twitched. He wasn't a pervert; he just wanted to go further.

But Baal was clearly a mentally ill man, and Lyle even regretted cooperating with him. He thought it would have been better to have a proper fight, and if he lost, he lost.

just

Thinking of the conditions proposed by Baal, he couldn't help but be tempted. If he succeeded, he would probably gain a huge boost!

"Are you sure you can kill him? This kid is way too strong! I have absolutely no confidence."

“Of course—” Bali stroked the dancers who were eagerly craning their necks toward him, his handsome face still bearing that same smile: “I am absolutely confident.”

He turned to look at the continuously playing videos of Li Xia's arena battles:

"Didn't you notice? His gun—it's at least a top-quality, deep purple one, isn't it?"

Lyle certainly found out, and it was precisely because of this gun that he agreed to cooperate with Baal.

I recall that spear that seemed to possess the power of lightning and fire, could be thrown back, and even had an attack strength strong enough to pierce through heavy armor.

He couldn't help but lick his lips and take a deep breath:

"Then it's settled. I want the spear and three Time-Space Copper Coins, and the rest is yours."

"Snap!" Baal snapped his fingers crisply, and a roll of parchment slowly drooped down in the air.

Lyle examined it carefully, then spent his merit points to consult the Hall of Fame. After confirming that there were no problems with the agreement, he decisively signed his name.

For this, he gave up a precious privilege, which he obtained after completing a highly difficult chain-killing mission in the previous world.

Khorne's Reward (One-time Rare Permission, Tier 2): When unlocking the Blood Key, you can make your own choices within a certain range.

This permission is extremely useful; it can even be customized, such as setting the most valuable equipment, the most valuable skills, and skill reset refunds.

Looking at the permissions that had been transferred, Lyle felt his heart pounding.

This is a gamble.

"Let's see if that kid gets carried away!"

"Ding!"

The silver coin soared into the sky once more, radiating an alluring light.

A confident smile also bloomed on Bale's face:

"He agreed."

The apostles, who were preparing to watch the first three challenges, suddenly stood up from their seats.

They stared in astonishment at the sudden pop-up notification from the Hall of Light.

A low, buzzing sound, like the flapping of bee wings, filled the VIP box.

The apostles, with a kind of theatrical excitement, began frantically calling on their friends and spreading the news.

Like dropping a pebble into a calm lake, creating ripples that spread in circles.

The vast majority of people don't care about 'death matches' that don't affect them.

But some people are unusually concerned.

Winnie's face turned pale, and her friend, the Blood Witch Cynthia, was equally shocked.

"Wait, how did it suddenly turn into a deathmatch?"

She opened the frantically popping private chat; it was Nightingale's second-tier manager.

"Invite me quickly! Give me access to the VIP box; Hell Echoes disgusted us to death in the last world."

"If Bali loses, just wait and see how I get my revenge!"

"Boom!" Behemoth instinctively swung his arm, and two androids flew out.

He seemed not to hear it, and simply stood up, staring wide-eyed at the prompt in front of him.

"A deathmatch??"

Lisa frowned, her rosy lips slightly parted:

"Has Hellfire gone mad??? How could they allow their own core seed to engage in some kind of deathmatch?"

If you lose a death match, you're truly dead; all the resources invested in your core seed have gone down the drain.

There are only so many low-level resources, while guilds hold a large amount of high-level resources but cannot invest them.

Lisa's eyes slowly widened:

"unless."

"Unless the opponent is absolutely certain of victory!"

The old man, a second-tier official of the High Council of Arcane Arts, stroked his beard and said with certainty.

Starlight pinched her chin, her eyes flashing, her mind racing, and said in confusion:

"That shouldn't be the case. I've heard of Bali; he's very strong, but Xia hasn't seemed to have used his full strength yet."

Based on Xia's current performance alone, he is absolutely qualified to compete for the top three.

What guarantees his victory?

"I don't know."

The old official picked up his drink, a faint smile playing on his narrowed eyes.

But even more so, it was a killing intent as sharp as a knife!

If Baal dies, Hell Echoes will suffer a devastating loss.

One by one, figures began to appear in the top ten VIP boxes. The top ten members who belonged to the guilds keenly sensed that something was unusual.

The guilds were informed, and the leaders of these guilds arrived at the private room with a variety of subtle emotions.

Guilds and individuals rarely intersect in the derivative world, as their areas and mission objectives are generally not aligned.

This is also one of the restrictions imposed on guilds by the Hall of Light.

However, the competition between guilds is relatively frequent and fierce!

In the derivative world, the Seed Apostles of each guild are their sharpest blades, bearing the responsibility of fighting for their guild's interests.

Bali, the core member of the top-tier guild and the leader of the second-tier arena.

Xia, the Lone Wolf, has emerged as a dark horse among the independent writers, a name no one had ever heard of.

It's good that Bali won.

If he loses, he will not only gain the reputation of a fool, but also suffer in the Hell Echoes world!

Second-tier Arena

Suddenly, the sky above the venue turned blood red, and a huge flag fell from the sky and planted itself in the ground.

"choke!"

The flag, which is tens of meters high, moves automatically and flutters in the wind even without wind.

In an instant, fine red raindrops fell from the sky, creating a dense atmosphere of murderous intent.

The fierce battle between the top two players in the second-tier arena even drew some attention from the Hall of Light.

Li Xia's figure slowly appeared in the arena, and he looked up at the blood-red vortex above his head.

"It seems you don't really like the nickname I gave you."

A flippant voice came from not far away.

As the gaze moved down from the sky, a tall, exceptionally handsome man in a white suit stood with his hands in his pockets amidst the blood-red drizzle.

"Why aren't you saying anything? Tsk tsk tsk, actually I think the title 'trash' suits you quite well."

Baal's smile grew increasingly mocking, and his eyes, hidden in the blood rain, became like a bottomless pool.

It emitted an eerie light, and the fingers of the hands hidden in their pockets moved continuously like a musical instrument.

But the methods that always easily stirred up emotions seemed to fail at this moment.

Tsk, such a high level of willpower?

But it doesn't matter. As long as you're human, there will always be a moment when your defenses soften. Even characters who were once said to be absolutely loyal in the story have become dogs kneeling in front of you and begging for mercy under your patient manipulation.

Bali's smile faded, and he said with displeasure:

"Or do you prefer the nickname 'Lucky Little Loser'?"

The high-speed, crescent-shaped slash cut through the fine rain, leaving a bloody trail.

Baal raised his right foot, and suddenly black flames rose from his leather-shoe-clad foot.

"Bam—"

The instant the sword's edge touched the ground beneath their feet, white light and black flames burst forth.

The high-speed slash trembled twice, then shattered into fragments and finally dissipated into specks of light.

Bali's leather shoes suddenly shattered, tearing his trousers in the process.

Fine, dense wounds appeared on his unnaturally pale legs.

Slowly lowering her foot, she saw that her once fair leg had transformed into a bizarre limb covered in ugly scales.

The burning ram's hoof trod on the ground, leaving a small patch of burning flames.

"Great gun—a very powerful gun—"

Baal glanced at his demon hoof, and his handsome face suddenly twisted into a ferocious grimace.

He suddenly opened his arms, and the upper part of his suit jacket burst open as if it had been inflated.

Its massive body was now covered in scales.

"You were fortunate enough to obtain a super-tier weapon, reaching a level that shouldn't have been yours to reach—"

Two curled ram horns gradually grew on Baal's head.

He grinned maliciously and shouted, "&……&%%&……! (Devil's language)"

Suddenly, Baal's eye, which resembled a sheep's pupil, shattered, transforming into flowing crimson runes.

A parchment emerged from the void, its surface branded with blood-red runes.

Immediately afterwards, a purple flame ignited on the parchment.