Chapter 927: The Silver King's "Gift"

By: Sanniu YinyuWord Count: 1251

"When did you betray the Arsonists, and why? I couldn't care less..." The King of Silver calmly walked past Bai Ye. "To me, you're just a white mouse scurrying around in a corner, a bit of an eyesore, but I'm too lazy to deal with it myself, so I sent Mo Lian to catch you... Unfortunately, he's also useless. Even with my hat, he still lost to you...

The Arsonists aren't what they used to be. Neither you nor Mo Lian hold much value to me anymore... If you think I came specifically for you this time, you think too highly of yourself."

Thud—

Bai Ye's body slammed heavily onto the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Senior Bai Ye?!!!" Seeing this, the pupils of Chen Ling and the three others instantly constricted.

Upon witnessing this, Jian Changsheng's eyes immediately reddened. Bai Ye had been their senior from the Twilight Society from the very beginning, accompanying them all the way from the Aurora Domain. Without Bai Ye, they wouldn't have made it this far... Seeing Bai Ye's heart being taken, Jian Changsheng instinctively rushed forward, wanting to retrieve it. But before he could even take a step, his body violently shuddered!

The next moment, his chest felt as if something was missing; he was completely drained and collapsed to the ground. A second heart appeared in the King of Silver's palm.

"Impulsive young man..." The King of Silver spoke leisurely. He walked past the fallen Bai Ye and Jian Changsheng, as if strolling along the banks of the River Thames. "Their potential is quite good, a pity they grow too slowly..."

As the King of Silver took his third step, Sun Buming, standing next to Chen Ling, grunted. A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and he fell heavily to the ground, his small round sunglasses cracking against the hard stone surface.

Against a Demigod of the Thief God Path, the current Six-character Generation had no ability to resist whatsoever. They were like fish on a chopping block, their lives hanging by the King of Silver's whim.

Seeing this, Jiang Xiaohua forcefully pushed Chen Ling backward, his expression more serious than ever before. "Run!"

The next moment, he charged towards the King of Silver without hesitation. Bandages fell from Jiang Xiaohua's body one by one. His heavy frame left deep imprints on the ground. He was bare-chested, as if intending to embrace the King of Silver!

A faint glow flickered from the King of Silver's fingertip, but no new heart appeared. He couldn't help but let out a soft sound of surprise... The white-haired figure before him not only had no heart, but also no internal organs whatsoever. Just as Jiang Xiaohua's body was about to touch him, the King of Silver's eyebrow slightly rose, and he casually made a grabbing motion towards Jiang Xiaohua through the air. Immediately, Jiang Xiaohua's leaping head was thrown high into the air. At the same time, his arms and legs separated from his torso, like puzzle pieces scattered in mid-air, falling haphazardly to the ground...

Whoosh—

The whimpering cold wind swept across the ground, and the large red opera robe drifted silently. Chen Ling gazed at the hellish scene before him, his mind completely blank.

The King of Silver stepped over the dismembered Jiang Xiaohua, continuing forward, walking directly towards Chen Ling...

Without warning, streams of fresh blood flowed from Chen Ling's seven orifices. Although only an instant had passed, Chen Ling's face was ashen. This wasn't caused by the King of Silver; rather, in the previous moment, Chen Ling had used all his strength to activate an ability. After activating his ability, Chen Ling tried to alter the pre-determined script. But even with all his might, he could only make Bai Ye say half a sentence more, delay Jian Changsheng's heart extraction by half a second, and make Jiang Xiaohua's dismemberment slightly more comfortable... Before a King of Silver, his power was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot – utterly futile.

The King of Silver stopped in front of Chen Ling. A smile appeared on his previously calm face... just like when he had spoken with Ying Fu earlier: polite, elegant, and full of goodwill. "Please forgive my presumptuous interruption, Mr. Chen."

The King of Silver somehow produced a glass of red wine and gently clinked it against the wine glass in Chen Ling's hand. "But this time, I come with sincerity and genuine intent to invite you to cooperate..."

The three hearts in the King of Silver's hand pulsed silently.

Chen Ling stared at the people on the ground for several seconds before managing to force out two words: "...Cooperation??"

"Yes. Your name has spread throughout the human domain," the King of Silver smiled. "Mr. Chen carries an apocalyptic disaster within him, which is the fundamental reason for your current predicament... The human domain wants to kill you, and you have nowhere to go, so your temporary joining of the Twilight Society is understandable... But now, you have a better option."

"What option?"

"Leave the Twilight Society and join the Arsonists."

Chen Ling stared directly into his eyes, his gaze chilling, as if from the underworld. "Although the Twilight Society is not weak, ultimately, it's just a loose organization... The Crimson King doesn't bother with worldly affairs, and its members are scattered, hiding in various domains like rats scurrying across the street. However, the Arsonists of today are not what they once were. We now command immense resources and power, and it won't be long before we sweep across the human domain... Given this, why not abandon the darkness and embrace the light? Let's join forces, harness the world-ending power within you, and conquer this world?"

"It sounds like you just want a weapon that can unleash 'apocalypse' at any moment," Chen Ling scoffed. "Is this cooperation, or exploitation?"

"Mr. Chen is too pessimistic in his understanding," the King of Silver chuckled. "If our goals align, why wouldn't we be partners?"

"Oh." Chen Ling calmly retorted, "And if I refuse?"

"If Mr. Chen refuses, then I'll have to resort to other methods." The King of Silver swirled the red wine in his glass. "Mr. Chen's power lies in that 'thing' within him... As for whether Mr. Chen is conscious when it's activated, that doesn't seem quite as important, does it?"

Chen Ling's face immediately contorted into an ugly expression. The King of Silver's negotiation tactics with Chen Ling were entirely different from those he used with Ying Fu. Ying Fu's value lay in his being the emperor himself; no one else could unleash the suppressive power of his divine path. But Chen Ling's value lay in "Mockery," and the King of Silver, possessing the ability to steal sanity, could completely bypass Chen Ling's will and forcefully activate this power. On this point, Chen Ling's bargaining chips were almost nonexistent...

"Mr. Chen needn't worry; I was merely suggesting a possibility." The King of Silver maintained his smile, then changed the subject, speaking lightly, "Oh, by the way... I heard Mr. Chen has no heart. If Mr. Chen is willing to join, I could give you a few..."

The King of Silver raised his hand, and the three hearts weakly pulsed before Chen Ling, as if about to stop completely at any moment.

"Do you like this gift, Mr. Chen?"