Evening, on a deserted beach.

A figure appeared without warning.

This was a black-haired man, dressed in a black suit. He looked young, yet exuded an air of maturity. He was also very handsome, capable of being quite charming when necessary, but at the moment, he merely wore a lazy expression, yawning and idly ruffling his somewhat messy hair.

Vincent seemed to be waiting for something, gazing into the sky, his eyes soon fixed on the northwestern corner. There, a lone cloud stood out against the evening glow, so unique and vibrant.

Time passed, the sun sank in the west, and the cloud gradually expanded to the east and west, forming a long, narrow streak of rosy clouds across the sky, looking like a sandbar suspended upside down.

As night fell, the wind gradually died down, and the calm sea turned a dark purple, until a dark red new moon climbed into the sky, casting a hazy red glow upon it.

"You're too early." Simon's voice sounded abruptly from behind Vincent.

Vincent didn't turn around, nor did he show any surprise. "Time is the one thing we have plenty of. Waiting is also a form of relaxation."

"Teacher's words always seem so philosophical." A somewhat childish voice came, the speaker appearing to be only sixteen or seventeen years old. He was also dressed in a black suit and trousers, his appearance quite delicate and handsome, with refined features that even women would envy.

"Hehehe... he's just staring at the sky in a daze, but he still wants to act all artistic... hehehe..." Woody's lewd laughter also emerged at this moment.

"Ho ho..." Another laugh rang out, and a short, fat, penguin-like fellow appeared near the four of them. "Vincent, Woody, Simon, Sid." Mr. You's gaze swept across their faces one by one. "To see the four of you gathered together again, I am truly honored."

"Cough... cough... if you're not really honored, then don't say such things." A sickly young man appeared on the sea surface like a phantom, speaking to Mr. You.

Beside him, there were two other shadows, also standing on the surface of the sea in a floating state.

"Death hasn't come?" Simon cast his cold gaze upon the three figures.

Plague replied, "You know, he has absolute confidence in the people he bets on, so he doesn't pay attention at all." He covered his mouth and coughed twice. "After all... he chose the [Devouring Sky Ghost Warrior]."

"Hehehe... you mean we have to put more effort into the cards in our hands, right..."

A woman beside Plague interjected, "Didn't you prove that by letting Feng Bujue get his hands on spiritual weapons?"

"Hehe... you seem very dissatisfied, Lord Famine..." Woody smiled sinisterly.

"I've already dealt with this matter." Simon interrupted them to prevent the two from fighting. "It was resolved the day after Mr. You's farce. So, there's no need to argue any further."

What Simon was referring to was naturally the script in which Feng Bujue encountered K3-Hematite. That was the first team survival mode script Feng Bujue played after the Death Quiz, and he encountered a derivative that was theoretically almost impossible to encounter multiple times. Obviously, someone was manipulating things behind the scenes... And Feng Bujue's losses in that script were also obvious to all, almost returning to the state before liberation overnight, which was the price he paid for obtaining spiritual weapons too early.

"Let's not mention those past events anymore." Vincent continued Simon's words. "Let's get down to business."

"The business is that the person you chose has already comprehended [Soul Intent]." War, standing on the other side of Plague, said, "This progress is too fast."

Woody chuckled lewdly, "Hehe... the guy your Plague brother chose just passed level thirty, and his summoning specialization is already at B-grade, don't you think that's too fast?"

War's eyeless eyes flashed with a faint light. "Don't change the subject, Woody. You know that's different."

"Ah... I feel like there's going to be a fight..." For some reason, Sid hugged his arms and shivered as he spoke. "I hate arguing the most..."

Mr. You stood aside, watching the Four Hooligans of Hell and the Three Horsemen of the Apocalypse glaring at each other, outwardly calm, but inwardly gloating, hoping that these guys would fall out and start fighting.

"Lord War is right." Unexpectedly, these words came from Vincent himself. "The timing of my person's mastery of [Soul Intent] is too early... this may not be a good thing." He paused and then said, "However, what's done is done. How to solve it is what we need to discuss."

"Hehehe... by saying that, you must already have a solution that satisfies everyone, right?" Woody clearly understood Vincent very well.

"My person will not be able to play the game for the next forty-eight hours in real-world time." Vincent said, "Is this level of concession acceptable?"

He looked around, and no one spoke. Then, he continued, "If there are no objections..." He glanced at Plague. "Young Master Plague, would you take a trip?"

Plague bowed slightly and smiled, "Gladly."

Vincent then said, "But, you must also agree to one condition."

"Sounds like a dangerous deal..." Mr. You instantly smelled a conspiracy.

"Here and now, except for Simon, who hasn't placed a bet, the six of you can just put together a killing game, can't you..." Vincent smiled wickedly. "My request is very simple, let them fight."

"Hmph... so that's the condition." War was the first to sneer. "Just what I wanted... anyway, my piece won't lose."

"I'm happy to comply." Famine replied.

"Since Teacher said so..." Sid usually wouldn't object to Vincent's opinion.

Plague and Mr. You looked at each other and shrugged. "Since everyone doesn't object..."

"Hehehe... sounds like it will be interesting..." Woody smiled sinisterly. "But, is that really okay?" He turned to look at Vincent. "The game between experts, the deathmatch beyond the limit, may make them stronger... hehe... this is not beneficial to you at all." The lenses of his glasses were still a blank white, and no one knew what his expression was at the moment. "What exactly... do you want to see from this battle?"

Vincent didn't answer Woody, he just turned to Simon and said leisurely, "Mr. Referee, what do you think?"