“I’d like to hear everyone else’s opinions as well,” the Inquisitor said. “Will you surrender to me? Or will you side with Mr. Death King and confront me? Haha, I’m fine with either option.”0

“Isn’t this considered betrayal?” the Black Witch asked, pressing a palm to her forehead. Perhaps she was having a headache. She glared at the psychopath she had known for a long time. “We swore not to antagonize each other. Once that night, and once more when we cleared the twenty-eighth floor with Death King. I thought making the same vow twice would make it even harder to break...”0

“It’s okay! We can just ignore it this time. Whether I win or not, the stage will still be cleared. Either way, we come out victorious. We just have different opinions on how to win!”0

“Phew…”0

“I’ll side with the Death King,” the Sword Star said. “I came to the Tower because I was tired of pursuing quick results in life. I’ve come this far, so I don’t want to go back to the old ways. Pantheon Master, you politely asked me to surrender, but I’ll respectfully decline.”2

My colleagues left the Inquisitor’s side one by one. He watched...0