Daniel stepped forward calmly, one slow and deliberate step.
Yet this seemingly insignificant movement was enough to make Charles look like a complete fool.
To Daniel, this was nothing unusual. After all, even if the Emperor of the Abyss had personally moved to seal off the entire space, it still wouldn't be enough to restrict his actions.
Let alone Charles—who was merely a 5-star awakener.
He seriously thought he could use spatial confinement against him? What a joke.
Besides, the Luck Goddess governed luck—not space.
"You demons really are a crafty bunch," Daniel said coldly. "Now that the sword is already at your throat, do you still have any other bright ideas?"
"I…"
Charles opened his mouth, but the smile on his face remained unfazed.
"Your Highness Daniel," he said, still smiling faintly, "do you truly dare to kill me? Aren't you afraid of offending the Luck Goddess—and becoming plagued by misfortune for the rest of your life?"
