Kevin's eyes were cold and unyielding as he stared at the big-bellied monk, his tone filled with venom. "What is this thing? Why is it so strange?" he asked, his eyes darting briefly toward the black stone behind the monk.
"Don't worry about it for now. I will tell you after you get it. Trust me, boy, I can swear on my soul—this is definitely a treasure worth killing for," Old Devil Dave's hoarse and sinister voice whispered inside Kevin's mind, dripping with greed and confidence.
Kevin's lips curled into a faint smirk. "Fine… but first, let's kill this monk." His gaze sharpened, locking onto the monk's figure. Murderous intent surged from his body like waves crashing against a cliff.
The big-bellied monk, who had been watching quietly, suddenly clasped his hands together and said calmly, "My dear donor, I can see the murderous intent in your eyes." His voice was tranquil, but there was a trace of sadness in his tone, as though he regretted the path Kevin had chosen.
