Arthur's fingertips lightly traced over the lead box without making the slightest sound; the only thing audible was the laughter continuously bubbling from his mouth—
"Do you know how to play the Counting 7s ga?
When you count to 7, or any number containing 7, and any multiple of 7, it's your turn.
If you accidentally count wrong...
I'll let you experience pain."
The Southern Lost Spirit dium whispered to 'Lady of Sorrow'.
At this mont, there was no excess expression on the face of the Southern Lost Spirit dium, and his eyes were filled with calmness, but inexplicably, in 'Mikhail's' perception, he felt that the Southern Lost Spirit dium before him was the real deal—without the usual mask, revealing his own cruelty. That was what she believed.
Because...
When she held absolute advantage, she also enjoyed playing these kinds of gas.
To let those in sadness feel even greater sorrow.
To let those in despair feel deeper despair.
Just like what this Spirit dium had said, making the 'Lady of Sorrow' feel 'pain'—wasn't it an interesting thing?
However, this lady did not believe that the Spirit dium before her could achieve this.
Therefore, this lady remained silent.
Silence, both as a thod and an attitude.
This lady chose the most passive way to irritate the Spirit dium before her, carrying the pride of once being called 'God'.
Even though She had beco her.
She would absolutely not do such a thing.
She is not so tad, defeated dog.
And the words of the Southern Lost Spirit dium continued—
"Now...
Let's start with counting down from 1000!"
Arthur said this and took out the ring [Blood of Doting].
anwhile, Abel, who could hardly wait, kept borrowing the power of the contract, beseeching Arthur—
"Let eat! Let eat!
Please, Arthur!
I beg of you!"
Abel's voice echoed in his ear, Arthur responded unhurriedly.
"What do you call ?"
"Master!
My dear master!
Please have rcy on , master!"
The fragntary Bloodsucking Ancestor Worm, Abel, pleaded.
In response to such entreaty, Arthur nodded in satisfaction but did not imdiately allow Abel to act, for he, Arthur, the Southern Lost Spirit dium, not only had bottom lines but also abided by the rules of the ga.
So, Arthur's gaze turned to the lead box coffin, and he quietly waited.
'Mikhail's' silence went on.
About three seconds later, Arthur tapped his forehead lightly.
"Sorry!
It's my mistake!
Confronted with a ga I haven't played in a long ti, I actually forgot the most crucial part of the ga—demonstrating the punishnt."
As he spoke, Arthur placed the [Blood of Doting] containing Abel on top of a [Mikhail's Strong Touch (Fragntary)].
The devouring began.
The fragntary Bloodsucking Ancestor Worm devoured a part of the 'Lady of Sorrow'.
After obtaining the [Mikhail's Strong Touch (Fragntary)], Arthur had asked Abel if the [Parasitism] and [Resurrection] contained in it would affect him, and Abel had stated that he had digested it all, with no [Parasitism] or [Resurrection] remaining.
But to be on the safe side, Arthur added a few more contracts.
Abel, who had already signed twenty-one contracts, had beco accustod to this.
No!
One should say he had beco numb to it!
After adding contracts like 'must be able to digest [Parasitism] and [Resurrection] Traits, if not, then self-destruct,' Arthur could rest assured.
Compared to Arthur's reassurance, 'Mikhail,' locked in the lead box coffin, beca increasingly frightened.
Unlike the standard [Mikhail's Touch], the [Mikhail's Strong Touch] contained a 'backdoor' left by this lady, so she could sharply perceive certain changes, especially after the [Mikhail's Strong Touch] was activated—she could distinctly feel it.
Hide, though this perception was fragntary, as her own [Mikhail's Strong Touch] was being devoured, it was enough for the lady to sense that the being hidden within the ring posed a real danger to her.
"Now do you understand?"
"1, 2, 3..."
The counting began just as Arthur finished speaking.
Imdiately, Arthur revealed a satisfied expression.
On the side, Abel, who had just finished devouring "Mikhail's Strong Touch (Fragntary)," began to digest it.
Originally, in Arthur's perception, Abel, who only had a head and neck, now had a slightly longer neck, and his body should be coming out soon.
Clearly, the seemingly more effective "Mikhail's Strong Touch (Fragntary)" was still inferior to "Mikhail's Touch."
After all, the latter had no side effects.
The ti that followed in this cabin was filled only with the counting—
"998, 999, 1000!"
At this point, 'Mikhail' paused.
The 'Lady of Sorrow' didn't ask any questions, nor did she say anything more.
She just quietly waited for Arthur to speak.
And Arthur started by clapping his hands.
The Southern Lost Spirit dium celebrated the other's passing of the challenge in this way.
Only after that did she speak.
"Tsk, as expected of the 'Lady of Sorrow,' actually counting to 1000, you really surprise !
Now let's start the second ga—
You just counted to 1000, so now, start subtracting 7 from 1000 until there's nothing left to subtract.
Of course, you still can't say the number seven.
And rember, the final number cannot be negative; it must be zero for you to pass."
The Southern Lost Spirit dium began explaining the rules for the second ga.
Thud!
A violent banging ca from within the lead box coffin.
"Are you joking?
How can it be zero!" 'Mikhail' roared.
"You haven't even started subtracting; how do you know it can't be zero?
Are you questioning my fairness?
It seems like you need a bit of punishnt."
Arthur sighed and then placed the "Blood of Doting" onto another "Mikhail's Strong Touch (Fragntary)."
The fragntary Abel imdiately feasted with gusto.
Throughout the process, Arthur watched the lead box coffin with an innocent expression.
Ti ticked by second by second.
Right at the fifth second, the mont after the fragntary Abel had completely devoured the thread, the 'Lady of Sorrow' spoke again.
"993, 986, 979…"
"Haha!
She's counting!
She really is counting!"
Arthur burst into laughter as soon as the numbers began, leaning back and forth in his mirth, slapping his thigh.
At that mont, how could the lady inside the lead box coffin not understand what the Southern Lost Spirit dium was doing?
He was mocking her!
He was using her dignity as the racquet, her honor as the ball, all for a full-force strike.
And then?
To shatter them completely.
"I am toying with you!
After all, opportunities to play with a god don't co around often.
Now that I have the chance, I intend to relish it fully."
As he spoke, Arthur placed the "Blood of Doting" on the small lead box.
Ow-ow!
Abel let out a truly jubilant cry, diving straight into the small lead box and starting his feast while from the small lead box and the lead box coffin, the wails of the 'Lady of Sorrow' resounded simultaneously.
The sound was piercing.
But Arthur was utterly indifferent.
He was only silently calculating—
It should be about ti, right?
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