The hunt for the grotesque, the journey to annihilate the night.
At this moment, the chaotic mix of information was connected, and Bologue's gaze swept across each player's face. Joyful Garden had purposefully captured them, bringing those who previously participated in the board game onto the train, continuing this game here.
Board game, yes, that damned board game. Bologue thought no one would use such an absurd method to screen the list, but when he realized that the Devil had created all this, it no longer seemed strange.
Under the pouring of blood, a delicately vivid sandbox map emerged. Bologue could clearly see a breeze brushing across the terrain, stirring the fine hair-like wild grass. The scarlet blood began to become transparent, transforming into endless waves pounding the coast repeatedly. Sand and pebbles rolled, falling off the board, turning into fine dust.
