Everything in the already-devastated desert was reduced to dust, becoming a land of death not even monsters could live in. Smokes came out of the freshly made scorched pits, which were all over the place.

“Ha, hahaha!” The Killer Overlord Czestochowa covered her face with her hands and burst into laughter. The half-destroyed masks scattered around her, all of them ruined during her fight against Jaegal Hyeon-Ryong.

Considering it took at least a year to build one mask, Czestochowa was suffering a tremendous loss. She had not experienced this kind of humiliation since her battle against the Immortal Overlord, and to make things worse, she still couldn’t end the fight even though she had already used up so many masks.

[The Celestial ‘Big Sick Bug’ frowns, discontented.]

Even Xue Yong, her Guardian, seemed unhappy with the current situation. Unable to defeat Hyeon-Ryong and having lost the cryptical book, she had nothing but spite now.

“It looks like all my Ring and Little Finger assassins have died… I didn’t think things would turn out this way.” Czestochowa wiped her face with her hands as her eyes gleamed. Although she was definitely smiling, she looked colder than ever.

She thought it wouldn’t be easy to kidnap the Child of the Prophecy because the French volunteer Players could interfere, but she never expected a young Asian man would be the one getting in her way, much less that young Asian man being...