Endless Debt-Chapter 881 - 29: Gamble

The surging murderous intent released from Gray was evident, undisguised, as if he had transformed into a weapon ready to unsheathe and kill at any moment.

Such piercing murderous intent lasted only for a fleeting moment before Gray calmed down. His gaze fixed on the silver mask, a complex emotion flashed through his eyes, with a raging storm already stirred within his heart.

Jia Meng’s betrayal, Milasha’s death, Gray’s vengeful anger, the confusion and subsequent pursuit for the truth...

Gray knew the identity behind that silver mask, the answer he exchanged for with his soul.

He had fantasized countless times about confronting him, yet in all those fantasies, Gray never knew how to face it. Yet today, in this all-too-common moment, he met the Shadow King.

Face to face.

After the murderous intent and anger, Gray’s mind was blank, not knowing what to say or do.

To swing the sword? He might be killed the instant he makes a move, after all, the Third Seat was right beside him, a true Defender, crushing someone like him, who is a Prayer Believer, should be ever so simple.

Then to release the sword hilt? Could he really do that?

Milasha died because of Jia Meng’s betrayal, also because of this group of people, he had ended up like this...

The conflicting emotions sliced through like countless daggers, causing waves of pain in Gray’s mind, almost making him faint.

Eventually, Gray calmed down, tensed his muscles tightly, not allowing himself to show even the slightest flaw.

"Once the King’s Secret Sword?"

The Shadow King raised his head to scrutinize Gray, his gaze lingering on the Blood Transfer Sword behind Gray, which belonged to Jia Meng.

Recalling the earlier piercing murderous intent, unreserved, pure hatred, the Shadow King could already surmise Gray’s past.

"Jia Meng said a King’s Secret Sword survived his assassination, and he was a Condenser, so we didn’t pay much attention."

In Oubos, a mortally wounded King’s Secret Sword wouldn’t last long, assumed to be found by the Order Bureau or dead in some dark alley. But he forgot, in this city, everyone has a final dark choice.

Devil.

"So... was Jia Meng killed by you?" The Shadow King continued, "It must have been a satisfying revenge."

"Shut up."

The voice squeezed out from between Gray’s teeth, this was a terrible encounter, and he was not prepared.

The Shadow King looked at the grinning Tyrant, directing his hostility at this loathsome devil, "Was it intentional? I refuse your demands, so you direct his hatred towards me."

"How could it be? I’m merely introducing our distinguished client to my loyal servant."

The Tyrant continued his repugnant laughter.

The laughter abruptly ceased, his expression turned cold, "It’s rare for me to treat my clients this way; as a businessman, such minor tactics are a bit too unbecoming."

The Shadow King had no surprise at the Tyrant’s easily deciphered intentions, as he merely aimed to use Gray to pressure the Shadow King, to achieve his ends.

"Have greedy thoughts overwhelmed your reason?"

The Shadow King’s voice was slow, even facing a devil, maintaining his composure.

The Tyrant said, "After all, I am a greedy devil."

"The strength of the King’s Shield Guard still cannot compare with the Order Bureau, the King’s Secret Sword, and you, I know your past, I know what you seek to avenge against.

But can you really do it now?"

The Tyrant continued to entice the Shadow King, "This attack changes nothing; negotiations will continue, succeed or fail, and you still cannot obtain Xilin’s body.

Your revenge is far off, and your time is running out."

The Tyrant could sense the decaying aura of death surrounding the Shadow King, who should have died many years ago, yet clung to life through various means.

"Gnawing the flesh of this world’s Calamity, using that distorted cruelty to halt the body’s decay, snatching fragments of others’ souls with grotesque Protection, to sustain your own shattered soul..."

The Tyrant pressed on, mocking the Shadow King.

"Oh, by the way," he stomped his foot, "that creature, his enemy’s pet, are you living by relying on your enemy’s power?"

The Shadow King, this time, remained silent for a long while, the sound of brief laughter issued from beneath the silver mask, shaking his head.

"Too unbecoming, Tyrant, you’re overly anxious."

The Shadow King continued, "About him... I’m just a pawn for his purposes, and as for what he’s up to, that’s up to you to believe or not."

"But I can see you’re afraid of him, unaware of his schemes, but aware that the lurking conspiracy will definitely shake your existence."

The Shadow King stared at the Tyrant, "You’re not confident about who will win this conflict, are you?"

The Tyrant did not expect to be mocked by the Shadow King in return, hearing the sound of flowing water, as if invisible schools of fish circled the Shadow King.

"He needs me, and you need me, so it seems our interests align; after all, none of you wish to see the Crimson Queen’s power grow stronger."

The Shadow King placed his hand over his chest, his voice unwavering.