Zheng Xiu returned alone to the dark pleasure-dungeon.
He focused his mind, sinking into the Heart Prison.
A deep, boundless gray mist swirled like tentacles, held back beyond the bars.
Without any delay, Zheng Xiu sat on the Bone Chair. On the Game Table, the figure of Zheng Baimei opened its eyes.
'So you want to play for keeps, do you?'
He truly wasn't flustered.
Zheng Xiu gave a cold smile. The way his opponent kept calling Feng Bei a "monster" had thoroughly ignited his rage.
Recalling all the moments he had shared with Feng Bei on their journey, he knew she was just a kind-hearted girl who had suffered a great misfortune. She didn't deserve any of this condemnation.
Humans just seemed to be the kind of creatures who ostracized those they deemed "different."
This was what they called "discrimination."
As his gaze fell, Zheng Xiu noticed something strange.
'What's going on?'
