Max looked down at the crowd of angry geniuses and sneered silently, the corner of his lips curling in cold amusement. He could see through this situation with ease—it was nothing more than Arnold's scheme.
Arnold had been pulling strings from the shadows since the very beginning, and now this angry mob was the result. True, Max had killed many geniuses from Thunder Monarch Hall, Void Soul Tower, and Mountain Gods Valley over the past month, but he hadn't done so out of malice.
Every single one of them had come for his life, driven by Arnold's manipulations and promises. And Max's code was simple—if someone wanted to kill him, then he would kill them first. There was nothing wrong with it. It was survival, pure and simple.
Still, despite all his kills, one name had eluded him—Arnold himself. That man hid deep, never revealing himself directly, always working from the shadows. For an entire month, Max hadn't been able to find him.
