Carlos sighed as he looked at Merlink, then walked over, holding a paintbrush broken in two, the cracks sharp and piercing. His eyes were filled with a cold, destructive urge that made it impossible to look away.

"I've prepared some flowers for you, so you can wear them on your chest before you die. Of course, I have some too, Carlos. Could you do me a favor and write a few words for me? I've also prepared my last words—"

He took another step toward the two of them and reached out to pour some wine to celebrate.

Just then, Merlink suddenly stepped forward, raised his arm to grab Adam's neck, covered his mouth, and then, with precision and sharpness, pierced the man's throat with the broken pen in his hand.

Adam's eyes widened instantly, but there was not a sound in the hall. Carlos stood in the bright light, staring at him calmly, witnessing this comical scene of desperate struggle.

Only death... can give these madmen the pleasure of living.

In the last few seconds, Merlink let go, his expression finally showing some relief. He watched as the idiot broke free of his arm, staggered a few steps toward them, opened his mouth as if to ask for help or say something.

But the injury was too severe. He clutched his neck, blood gushing uncontrollably from between his fingers. After struggling for half a minute, he could no longer stand. Carlos then stepped forward and kicked him.

Adam's face remained blank with confusion until his death, like any mortal who has not anticipated his fate.

"Finally..."

Who would have thought—

"Hahaha!" The corpse lying in the pool of blood suddenly jumped up, laughing loudly, "I was faking it!"