Soon, Elsa saw Omari, but she couldn’t believe what she saw before her.
The face she once adored now looked hardly recognizable, nothing like the handsome man she used to know. In that moment, all her past love for him vanished into thin air.
“Are you sure this person in here is Omari?”
“Did you just pick up a beggar from the street to deceive me?”
Thinking about how she used to admire someone like him left a bitter taste in Elsa’s heart.
Hayden chuckled lightly, unable to believe that this was his once spirited brother if it weren’t for his own actions.
“What? Miss Weaver, can’t even recognize your fiance?” The word ‘fiance’ were emphasized, intentionally stirring up the animosity between Elsa and Hayden.
“How could I forget, I would recognize him even if he were turned to ashes.”
“Next, you should pay close attention to the game, I have a gift for you.”
“What gift?” Elsa curiously asked.
Hayden clapped his hands lightly, and soon, a dozen men in black clothes, their skin tinted green and red, approached.
Like Omari, they were all warriors affected by Bane Magic, losing their minds and becoming mindless robots who only followed orders.
“Only one of you ten can survive, it’s up to you whether you want to be the survivor or one of the nine dead souls.” With a command, the people in the cage were released to fight against the other nine.
Blood, slaughter, melee… chaos ensued, with those who didn’t want to die using all of their strength to contend.
The iron cages suddenly turned into an arena, where people were treated like animals.
If they died, no one would care if they had loved ones waiting for them.
Omari was the most fierce among them, his tattered clothes stained with spatters of blood.
His face was dyed red with blood, and his bloodshot eyes were filled with icy killing intent.
Under his foot was a person lying in a pool of blood.
Omari’s eyes were locked onto Elsa.
His gaze, cold and devoid of any warmth, made Elsa’s scalp tingle, sending chills up from her feet.
“Why… why is he looking at me with that kind of gaze if he’s unconscious?”
Could it be that he hasn’t completely lost consciousness?
Hayden immediately dismissed her speculation.
“It’s impossible, we’ve undergone countless experiments before, and he indeed has lost consciousness.”
“He might have just not regained his senses from the slaughter yet.”
This was called “post-combat trauma”.
Psychologists have studied how, for a long time, veterans returning from the battlefield would see their surroundings as a war zone, viewing everyone as enemies.
This psychological state would turn their daily lives into a problem that required a long time to heal.
Not to mention that Omari was infected with a worm, with the mother parasite in Hayden’s hands, making Hayden the absolute controller.
The mother parasite was still glowing, indicating that it had not lost its effectiveness, so Omari was definitely not in a clear state of mind.
“That’s good then, I was really scared just now.”
After receiving a confirmation, Elsa plucked up the courage to approach.
Just as she looked through the bars of the cage, Omari suddenly went crazy and rushed towards her frantically.
After a fierce and mournful roar, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
The droplets of blood sprayed onto her face.
There was even a warm touch on her face, and the smell of blood filled her nose.
Elsa’s vision darkened, and she fainted from fright in an instant.
Before she fell, she caught a glimpse of Hayden standing not far behind her from the corner of her eye.
With her red lips slightly parted, she said, “Help… help me.”
However, Hayden moved a step aside with a look of disgust and frowned.
Thump-
Elsa’s eyes widened, and she fell backwards, both angry and furious.
The only feeling in her mind was-
Pain!
This guy had no gentlemanliness at all; how could he just watch a beauty fall down in front of him so awkwardly?
“Someone, carry Miss Weaver back.”
He admitted that Elsa had her charms, but he had already had a vasectomy.
And he was even less interested in women who were flirty.
Three days had passed, and it was time to witness the outcome of the first gamble.
Cheyenne, Kelvin, Hayden, Jaelynn were all present.
As for Elsa, she had missed the spectacle due to her fainting earlier.
Both parties stared nervously at the tightly closed door in front of them.
Although Cheyenne seemed calm on the surface, he had already taken a deep breath inwardly.
God bless, Old Bray must come back safe and sound.
Click-
After the sound, the tightly closed door opened, but the first person to come out was not Old Bray, but Hassan.
Seeing this, Hayden and the others laughed, thinking they had already won.
But Hassan knew his body was actually very uncomfortable.
His chest was heaving with a suffocating breath, his blood boiling and pumping, just forcefully holding on to beat his own will.
Hayden elegantly turned to Cheyenne and said, “Mr. Foley, Mrs. Foley, it looks like the outcome is clear. You have lost the first round; think carefully about the next one.”
Hearing this, Jaelynn also snorted coldly on the side.
While Kelvin’s gaze remained fixed on the door, never shifting away.
Hearing Mr. Lara’s mockery, he was silent.
In his opinion, Hayden’s triumph was nothing more than a villain’s pleasure.
Unexpectedly, the person with a stronger inner conviction said, “It’s not over until the last second; Old Bray won’t lose.”
She believed in Old Bray.
Just as her words fell, a soft click sound came.
The tightly closed door finally opened.
An aged voice, slowly coming from inside.
The light just happened to shine on her silver-white hair, full of the feeling of passing years.
Fortunately, Old Bray’s spirit seemed pretty good. Although haggard, his eyes were still clear and sharp.
“How is this possible, how could you walk out unscathed?”
In theory, with the poison outbreak, Old Bray should have suffered complete organ destruction, barely hanging on by a breath.
But now, he looked rosy and vigorous, not at all like someone who was poisoned.
And just after Hassan had spoken, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Following that, a strong rotten smell came.
“I think I have won this round.”
After saying this, Old Bray suddenly grabbed his hand and rolled up his sleeve for everyone to see.
Hassan’s hand had lost a layer of skin, leaving only the whitened bones visible, and so was Hassan’s entire body.