Zayen lowered his gaze and looked at the four players pinned to the floor.
A faint smile appeared on his face.
"You just open your mouth and demand us to leave all our treasure behind? he asked calmly.
The moment those words fell.
The four players' faces turned deathly pale.
"N-no… we didn't mean that!" One of them stammered, his voice trembling.
"Please! Spare us!" another cried out, panic filling his eyes. "We were blind! We didn't recognize your strength!"
"Yes! Yes! We were wrong!"
The arrogance they had shown earlier had completely vanished, replaced by fear and desperation.
They struggled under the crushing pressure, their bodies trembling as they tried to beg for their lives.
"We'll give you everything!" the tallest one shouted hastily. "Our weapons, our resources—everything we have!"
"Just… please don't kill us!"
Behind them, Lucien couldn't help but sneer.
"Hah… now you're begging?"
He shook his head, looking at them like they were fools.
