Cole stared at the screen. "Interesting."
Colewas a dark skinned man with a with a lean but muscular build.
Truthfully, maybe he was the most unfortunate in all this.
But for someone who should have been the most panicked, his reaction was much too nonchalant.
It wasn't like they got away scot-free, but maybe none suffered nearly as much as Camin.
So in a stroke of bad luck, maybe, the weakest contestant in this place was Camin.
Of course Tristan would laugh at this assessment.
'Or I guess I should call him Reaper now.' Truthfully, he had grown tired of pretending.
From the moment he saw those eyes, he knew. He wasn't sure about the others, but for him, whatever disguise he was using didn't work.
How could he forget?
His mind thought back to that moment when he saw those eyes for the first time.
The moment he swore if he escaped with his life, he would kill the boy. No, he would rid the world of that demon.
How could a child be so heartless, how could he… Cole suppressed the rage building in his heart, furiously stamping it out.
This rage didn't have a place here. It wasn't yet time.
He would have loved to kill him the moment he saw him, but such people didn't die easy. He would keep pretending till an opportunity revealed itself.
He revealed a wild grin.
Never in a million years did he believe he would run into that character again, and yet…
His supervisors sent him here, telling him to lie in wait, that an opportunity would reveal itself.
Of course, if you asked him, he would say it was their way of removing him from the playing field.
As the saying goes, 'The less competition, the better'
But to think one of their main targets would so easily expose himself.
'I wonder how much for the kid's head.' Cole licked his lips, a lewd expression crawling up his face, but it vanished just as quickly as it came.
He would take full advantage of this opportunity. He would see if they still dared to look down on him when he brought back the Reaper's head.
He looked beneath him at a creature that had turned to no less than a dried-up husk. Seeing the despair, pain, and suffering it had gone through displayed on its face, he couldn't help but lick his lips again.
He would never be satisfied. His eyes glowed with a fervent light as he seemed to embody [Greed]
…
'Hmm?' Jean picked her nose with an almost lazy expression. Everything that has been happening has been… 'boring' for lack of a better term.
Whatever the limits of… well, the 1st Limit was, she had long since reached it. It didn't help that her illusion-based Concept helped her to see through the doors.
The beasts were even weaker. There was a difference between conserving energy and well… tryna progress.
Actually, maybe not. She swept through the dungeon without much effort having already reached the 2nd Trial.
"Hmm. Wonder what happened to that Camin brat." In her opinion that kid was likely the only one here who could match her.
"A pity."
Little did she know that the current Tristan was hardly a match for her. There were only so much techniques could bridge. Only so much skill could make up for.
At the highest level, the peak they all sought, all that mattered was who was the Absolute!
At one point or another, your caability had to outweigh your intelligence.
It was as she said, nothing here was of interest to her. She was the strongest.