At a quiet, peaceful beach that evening, a figure showed up without any warning. This was a man with raven black hair wearing a black suit. He looked young, but there was a mature presence about him. He was very handsome, and when necessary, he could put on the charm. At that moment, however, he had a lazy expression on. The man yawned and scratched at his rather ruffled hair like he had nothing better to do.

Vincent appeared like he was waiting for something to happen. He peered into the horizon, and his gaze soon lingered on the northwestern corner of the sky. There was a single cloud floating there, a solitary cloud. It appeared so dignified and unique in the dusking sky. Time was slowly slipping away, and the sun dropped behind the horizon. The cloud gradually expanded toward the eastern and western side, forming a hue of sunset glow down the horizon. From afar, it looked like a beach that was dangling in the sky.

As night arrived, the wind slowly stopped. The surface of the sea that was as calm as ever turned purplish black. That was until a blushing moon rose into the sky, casting the sea in a layer of blurry red.

“You arrived so early.” Simon’s voice suddenly rang out from behind Vincent.

Vincent did not turn around and replied without any shock, “Time is the one thing that we are not lacking. Waiting is another form of relaxation.”

“Master’s words are always so philosophical.” A rather childish voice came. From the voice, it sounded like the person was a youth of about sixteen or seventeen. The young man was also wearing a black suit and looked exquisite, so exquisite were his features that a woman probably would be envious of them.

“Hahaha… He is merely spacing out while looking at the sky, pretending to be an artistic person… Hahaha…” Woody’s salacious laughter also appeared.

“Hue hue…” More laughter rang out. A man who was short and waddled like a penguin appeared around the group of four.

“Vincent, Woody, Simon, Sid.” Mr. Yoo’s gaze swept the faces of the gathered four. “It is my honor to meet all the four of you together.”

“Cough… Cough…” A young man who looked like he was dying appeared on the surface on the sea like he was floating. He told Mr. Yoo, “If you do not really feel that way, please do not say something like that.”

Next to him there were two other figures. They were also floating on the surface of the ocean.

“Death hasn’t arrived?” Simon tossed his cold gaze unto the three people.

“As you know, he has absolute confidence in his bet, so he won’t care about this,” Pestilence answered. He covered his mouth and coughed twice. “After all… he has chosen Sky Swallowing Phantom Dawn.”

“Hue hue hue… You mean to say that we have to put a lot more effort into the cards that we have?”

The woman next to Pestilence chose this time to intervene. “You did exactly that by giving a Sorcery Weapon to Feng Bujue, didn’t you?”

“Hue hue hue… Do I hear dissatisfaction in your tone, Mistress Famine?” Woody snickered darkly.

“We have already dealt with that.” Simon interrupted them to prevent these two from getting into a fight. “It was taken care of the day of after the hoopla created by Mr. Yoo. So, there is no need to argue about it anymore.”

What Simon mentioned was naturally the scenario where Feng Bujue ran into K3-Red Iron. That was the first team mode that Feng Bujue had queued up for after Death Quiz, and then he ran into an Anomaly that he should not have run into so soon probability-wise. Naturally, it meant that someone was manipulating this from the background. One could see the loss suffered by Feng Bujue in that scenario. He had practically returned to his level one state, and that was the sacrifice he had to pay for gaining the Sorcery Weapon so early.

“Let’s not dwell on the past anymore.” Vincent followed up on what Simon. “Let’s get to business.”

“The business is the person that you have chosen has already mastered Soul’s Eye,” War, who stood next to Pestilence, said. “That is too fast.”

Woody smirked salaciously. “Hehe… The person that was chosen by your friend, Pestilence, has already mastered his summoning mastery to level B when he is only level 30. Why didn’t you complain about that speed then?”

War’s pupil-less eyes blinked dangerously. “Don’t change the subject, Woody. You know that is different.”

“Sigh… I knew there would be a fight…” For some reason, when Sid spoke, he hugged his arms and kept shaking. “I hate conflict the most…”

Mr. Yoo stood to the side and watched the imminent battle between the three Horsemen of the Apocalypse and the four dastardly figures of hell. On the surface, he looked unfazed, but internally, he was overjoyed. He could not wait for this bunch of people to fight among themselves.

“Master War is not wrong.” To everyone’s surprise, this statement came from Vincent. “It is indeed too early for my bet to master Soul’s Eye… so that might not be a good thing.

“However, this has already happened. There is no way to revert it. How to solve it is what we are here to discuss.”

“Hue hue hue… Since you say that, does that mean you have already come up with a solution that will satisfy all of us?” Woody was the one who knew Vincent the best.

“My bet will be unable to enter the game in the next forty-eight hours of real life time,” Vincent said. “That is more than enough compromise, yes?”

He looked around, and no one spoke.

“If there is no objection…” Vincent looked at Pestilence. “Master Pestilence, would you like to leave now?”

Pestilence bowed and smiled. “My pleasure.”

“But everyone here has to agree to one of my conditions,” Vincent added.

“This sounds like a dangerous trade…” Mr. Yoo instantly sniffed out the conspiracy.

“At this moment, other than Simon, who has not made a bet, the six people that have been chosen by all of you are just right to perform a Killing Game, isn’t they?” Vincent smiled wickedly. “My condition is very simple—have them fight in a match.”

“Humph… So, that is what you’re after.” War was the first to scoff. “That’s right up my alley… After all, my piece will never lose.”

“I am glad to join in the fun,” Famine added.

“Since you’ve said that, master…” Sid normally would not go against Vincent.

Pestilence shared a look with Mr. Yoo and shrugged. “Since no one is against it…”

“Hue hue hue… Sounds like this will be very interesting…” Woody smirked. “But is this really a good thing? The fight between masters will surpass life and death. Perhaps this will make them stronger… Hue hue… For you, Vincent, this is not one bit to your advantage.”

The glasses that he wore were shrouded in white light, so no one could tell his exact expression. “What is it that you wish to gain from this battle?”

Vincent did not answer Woody. Instead, he turned to Simon and casually said, “Mr. Judge, what do you think?”