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Chapter 189

Chapter 189: Chapter 122 Cooperation and Betrayal Chapter 189: Chapter 122 Cooperation and Betrayal Aiwass’s vision blurred as if a layer of thin white gauze had been drawn in front of his eyes.

When clarity returned, he found the environment around him had suddenly darkened, making it difficult to see anything clearly.

Yet, he could distinctly feel that he had been bound by someone.

It wasn’t with handcuffs or shackles used to restrain prisoners, but with ropes thicker than an adult’s arm, coiling around from his shoulders and winding down tightly to his ankles, turning him into something resembling a bound bundle of rice dumplings.

Aiwass felt a powerful strength coursing through his body, a frame much sturdier than his own.

But corresponding to this strength, he now felt extremely hungry and a sense of weakness.

He needed food.

...

However, when Aiwass tried to break free, he discovered that brute force was futile against the ropes—they seemed to have some special elasticity that dissipated the energy of his attempts to stretch them.

At that moment, a low and hoarse voice, magnetic and alluring, echoed in Aiwass’s mind.

He quickly ceased his efforts, focusing to listen to the dungeon introduction that would only be heard once:

“You awaken from a bout of headache only to realize you’ve forgotten your own name.

But that doesn’t matter.

The little that remains of your memory recalls why you’ve ended up here.”

“This is your second day being locked up here.

The nine of you do not know each other.

You all fell into a trap in search of the Holy Lance, captured by the Giant Couple Pankault as winter food supplies.

The only thing you have in common is that you’re all robust warriors.”

“The Giant Couple has separated the nine of you into three storage rooms.

After an hour, they will visit one of the rooms and select someone as their meal ingredient.”

“The selection of the ingredient is entirely random.

However, if the giants find that someone has already died, they will cook all the dead humans and preserve them.”

“Inside the giants’ display cabinet is a powerful Holy Lance, a trophy from killing an Angel Envoy of the Path of Devotion; they also possess a Magic Cauldron, a gift from the Supreme Heaven, that can bring dead ingredients back to life and increase their size in the pot.

Hence, even though humans are small to them, one human can provide a day’s meal.”

“Though you are all strong, combating the giants is impossible.

The Giant Couple is protected by the Supreme Heaven, invulnerable to any harm except from the Holy Lance here.”

“But the giants detest the cold and won’t leave their bed unless disturbed.

However, they will investigate any sound they hear.”

“That’s all you know.

You don’t know if you can escape, but you want to at least survive today.”

The next moment, the tasks for this ritual appeared before Aiwass:

[Mandatory Task——]

[Survive (Points: None)]

[Additional Tasks——]

[Optional Killing: Kill others (Points: 300 per person)]

[Escape the Crisis: Leave the storage room you’re in (Points: 500)]

[Stay Hidden: Remain undetected by the giants until the end (Points: 500)]

[I Am the Saint!: Possess the Holy Lance (Points: 50 per minute)]

[I Can Also Be a Saint: Kill the holder of the Holy Lance and seize it (Points: 500)]

[Feeder Mechanism: Ensure the giants ultimately choose to cook the person you killed (Points: 1000)]

[The Nature of Transcenders: Attack the giants and cause effective damage (Points: 1000)]@@@@

[Successful Escape: Find the key and flee the Pankault Sanctuary (Points: 2000)]

Because of the existence of those two special victory conditions, a team of three was inherently unstable, with the possibility of one or two spots being taken at any time.

For this very reason, the more sincere and efficient the cooperation between them, the more necessary it was to kill each other in the end—because the more tasks completed together, the higher the teammates’ points might be.

This was a ritual about cooperation and betrayal.

—Help me, Shadow Demon.

Aiwass called out in his heart.

Thick shadows quietly seeped out from his body, effortlessly corroding the ropes.

He strained and snapped the ropes, then sat up.

He was scantily clad, wrapped only in a clean piece of linen cloth without buttons.

From the standpoint of ingredients, instead of calling it a robe, it’d be more like a diaper...

There was still not a single source of light around Aiwass, who could see nothing.

But at that moment, a pale blue glow suddenly appeared in the darkness.

The light captured Aiwass’s attention.

He quickly made out that it must be the densely packed phoenix tattoos on someone’s body.

The next moment, blazing flames emerged from the tattoos, burning through the ropes on his body without scorching the linen cloth.

As the human torch produced light, Aiwass guessed the identity of the person.

It must be the same monk who had always been silent, not uttering a word.

Though he was now in a body with hair and clothes, the silent aura allowed Aiwass to recognize him.

The monk looked at Aiwass, who had silently broken free from the ropes, and nodded slightly.

Then he slowly raised his right hand, flames on his body moving like liquid, flowing along his skin and gathering in his palm.

He became a lamp, illuminating the storage room devoid of any light.

Aiwass’s eyes gradually adapted to the darkness, taking the opportunity to look around.

He felt so insignificant—the huge copper door was about thirty meters tall, and from this angle, the Giants must be at least twenty meters tall.

—Roughly the height of half an Ultraman.

Isn’t that too colossal?

For the warriors, it was indeed an unbeatable adversary...

To the Giants, humans wrapped in linen might appear roughly the size of a pancake roll.

How large could the Magic Cauldron transform a person to satisfy a pair of Giants of such size for a day?

The other person in the room, seeing that the other two had broken free, quickly called out, “I am Red, save me!”

Aiwass turned around, only to realize that the lady Red was not using a female body—she was, like them, a muscular male youth warrior.

Red was also trussed up like a rice dumpling, but she didn’t seem urgent.

Unlike Aiwass and the monk, she did not have the capability to break free from the ropes...

or perhaps she wanted to conserve her magic power and not use her extraordinary abilities to escape.

Aiwass leaned towards the latter.

Wanting to hide your strength from the start?

—Then you might as well die right here.

“Alright, Lady Red.”

Aiwass narrowed his eyes slightly and slowly walked over, using his own voice, not that of the Shadow Demon, “I am Aleister...”

But before Aiwass could get close, the monk suddenly extended his other hand to block him.

“Don’t save him.”

The monk stated briefly, “Kill him.”

In his voice was full of murderous intent.