In a dark cave somewhere in the Crucible, an old man—the elderly Devil—was sitting silently on the ground, continuously forging various types of body parts before assembling them into real people.
Or rather, into realistic puppets.
Just when he was finished creating another puppet and was about to move on to the next one, though, his movements paused, his expression changing into one of fury.
"Who?! Who dares?!", he couldn't help but speak, staring at the text flashing on the bottom left of his field of vision with resentment.
"Unknown. Slaughter Points: 6,159,105. 2nd."
Looking at this information, the elderly Devil found it difficult to contain his anger.
He had worked hard for years in order to accumulate Slaughter Points safely, and it was only about a year ago that he managed to reach first place.
