As he walked, the surrounding scenery gradually became gloomy and dark.
I could faintly hear sounds of fighting, tearing, screaming and shouting.
Not only were there human screams and roars, but also the howls of demons.
The two sounds intertwined, making the entire alleyway appear unusually chaotic.
The deeper you go, the clearer these voices become.
Soon, the sounds of fighting stopped abruptly.
Viktor also stopped in his tracks.
He looked towards the deepest part of the alley.
There, a person dressed in tattered cloth, with a helmet covering their face, lay on the ground.
Covered in blood, pale-faced, and lifeless.
Beside him were several humans who had already been demonized.
Once they sensed that their target was dead, they stopped moving.
He stood up and stood quietly in place, like a wax figure.
Soon, the fallen human began to shatter violently, his flesh and blood turning into a wisp of crimson and dark smoke that dissipated in the wind.
After that, Viktor waited quietly for a moment.
Not long after,
A series of hurried footsteps sounded from behind him.
Da da da—
Immediately afterwards, a human dressed exactly like the one from before appeared behind him.
Wielding a worn-out beginner's weapon, the opponent bypassed Victor and charged at the group of demons once more.
This time, he beat all the demons to a pulp, leaving them powerless to resist.
Because he had defeated those demon puppets, he could, with a flick of his finger, magically swap the equipment he was wearing with that of the commoner puppets.
Even the tattered wooden stick in his hand was instantly replaced and turned into a perfectly good wooden stick.
This familiar action made Viktor take a deep breath.
Yes, he was absolutely certain.
The person who can't speak,
It refers to the players.
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