The prelude to slaughter begins...
This is Spartacus's fate.
Violent dizziness and a trance suddenly struck, as the colossal theater began to alter Huai Shi's consciousness and memory, compelling him to accept his imminent fate.
But before those suddenly raised pupils, it was all for naught!
"No—"
Struggling to raise his head, Huai Shi gazed at them and said softly, "I am not Spartacus. I'm not your gladiator."
A breaking sound echoed, originating from Huai Shi's sword blade.
The Dagger suddenly snapped.
Its form quickly transformed, shaping into an ancient and incomplete blade, emitting a faint glow.
Above his head, a Crown woven from light suddenly materialized, forcefully inserting itself into the prologue of this tragedy, radiating brilliance.
Under the illumination of the light, the invisible force controlling Huai Shi vanished without a trace.
"I am Huai Shi."
In that moment, Huai Shi held his head high and announced, "Huai Shi, the Prince of Paradise!"
