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Dix remained silent.

Thanatos narrowed his eyes, a half-smile playing on his lips.

Ain glared at the shadow: "What exactly do you want?"

Shadow shrugged: "I just feel that if an organization's plans and goals are so chaotic and uncoordinated, then such a force can only end up with one outcome..."

"That means being betrayed by your teammates and dying one by one in the end."

Shadow pointed at Balka: "Take you for example. If you knew that your labyrinth would eventually be destroyed, would you fight us? Or would you simply join the guild? You're just an architect, right? They have no reason to target you!"

Barka glared angrily, drool dripping from his mouth. He was being held down by the other members of the secret faction, and he cursed, "Kill you! Kill you!"

Dix spoke up for his brother: "Of course..."

The shadow then pointed at Olivas: "And you..."

“Me?” Olivas pointed to himself.

Shadow scoffed:

"You're the dumbest one here. You'd probably be killed by the guy who thinks you're in the way right away. The only reason we're not killing you now is because we think you still have some use. Once your magic stone has evolved to a certain level, it will become resources for others to improve their strength."

"What?" Olivas was furious, he gritted his teeth but didn't lash out.

The expressions of the other strange people around him sent chills down his spine.

Rives narrowed her eyes slightly, re-examining this new collaborator once again.

He actually guessed correctly... she did indeed have the idea of ​​eating the weak.

Her tone was icy. "You pesky nuisances, your non-existence is what helps 'her.' If I determine that your deaths will advance the plan, then I will take action myself."

"Of course, if I find that you have any thoughts of betraying the faction, I will take responsibility for eliminating you. Because I hate traitors the most."

Rives's words were blunt, but they sent chills down Olivas's spine.

As she spoke, she glanced at Barka, her eyes filled with a clear threat.

“You…” Dix’s expression softened, and he said calmly, “As long as you don’t interfere with my transport of goods, I don’t mind if you send this maze to the sky.”

Dix loathed his own bloodline; if the labyrinth didn't exist, perhaps he wouldn't have to endure that damned curse.

But Barca couldn't accept this fact.

He had long since become a "puppet" who only knew how to build mazes.

His reaction was very strong:

"This is not what we agreed on! I am the master of this labyrinth. I only allowed you to enter the labyrinth after I promised to provide us with Fali!"

His thinking is very simple.

Everything that hinders “construction” is unimportant.

Everything that is conducive to "construction" can be utilized.

He cannot accept anything that hinders his construction of the maze or impedes his progress.

But at that moment, no one cared about his feelings...

The shadow provoked, "Do you think you have any right to speak now?"

Valette scoffed, “How pathetic… the tragedy of the weak.”

Olivas' eyelids twitched; he seemed to see his own future reflected in Barka.

Rives narrowed her eyes. "What do you want to do? Hmph... How about I take care of him before he gets any improper thoughts?"

Before she could finish speaking, she had already rushed out, and the pitch-black cursed greatsword slashed down right in front of Bakal.

when--

Dix's spear and Shadow's crowbar simultaneously blocked Revis's attack.

"Do you want to die too?"

Dix chuckled awkwardly, "Don't be impulsive... Miss Weird. We still need him to control the maze's traps; I don't have time to deal with your troubles."

Rives seemed convinced by Dix's reasoning; her emerald green, vertical pupils, like those of a cold-blooded animal, looked over.

"What about you?"

Why did he take the initiative to protect this obstructive thing, the very thing that propelled the situation to this point?

Shadow paused for a moment, then said calmly, "You're too domineering, woman. I simply don't intend to become the 'Joker'."

Shadow fixed his gaze on the white-haired ghost.

Olivas seemed to realize something as well, and slowly stood behind the shadow without saying a word.

He seemed to realize that sticking together was essential within this organization. Otherwise, one would be easily devoured by the strong. The law of the jungle—survival of the dark factions.

Now it's four against one.

Rives slowly sheathed her weapon and remained silent.

"It's time for the farce to end."

Putting away the crowbar, Shadow slowly walked to the water film, turned around, and opened his hands to face the crowd:

"Look with your own eyes! This is the 'capacity' of you."

"No 'heroes' or 'wild boars' are needed; a single word is enough to shatter your trust. You're as foolish as 'clowns' manipulated on a stage."

"Hmph, they're a bunch of trash."

The Shadow's voice was harsh, but faced with the facts, most people had nothing to say.

Ian finally spoke up:

"Since you raised the question, you should also have a solution."

“Ink Dragon!” the shadowy voice was deep.

"There are countless ways to destroy Orario. But before that, I think we need to work together to identify a truly feasible goal."

“How arrogant!” Valeta scoffed. “Don’t think you can underestimate the ‘Hero’ just because you have so little strength. I’ve been playing against him for years, and I know very well just how troublesome they are.”

Barka seemed to have grasped at the last straw:

"Should we destroy the maze?"

Shadow shook his head: "No need!"

Barka was overjoyed, "Any plan is fine as long as it doesn't destroy the maze!"

Ain hesitated for a moment, "How confident are you?"

Shadow smiled slightly: "Then let's see how many resources you have!"

Chapter 206 When in doubt, the lower realm remains unknown.

"Resources? What kind of resources do you want?" Ain was surprised.

Shadow casually said, "Anything is fine—metal, magic stones, drops. I'll make a plan based on the resources you can provide."

Valetta scoffed, "Making such a big fuss, you wouldn't happen to be trying to make money, would you?"

Upon hearing this, Bakal's composure was immediately shaken.

Is he trying to fool me?

Shadow narrowed his eyes, thinking: You know too much; that's going to shorten your lifespan...

He said in a kind tone:

"I have my reasons. Don't you need to consume resources to cultivate the avatars of fallen immortals? Or do you need to consume resources to rebuild the labyrinth?"

Bakalton immediately agreed: "You're right! Compared to the time it would take to rebuild the maze, we have plenty of materials!"

This is the benefit of Shadow's previous words.

First, I'm going to blow up your whole house. Then I'll tell you, actually, I don't have to blow it up, but you have to give me some of the materials.

In this way, Barka would be more likely to agree.

Dicks complained in a hoarse voice:

"Hey, don't just stand there and talk like you don't know what's going on. Making money isn't that easy. Catching some rare pets takes a lot of effort."

Barka angrily retorted, "Making money is easy! Just sell those disgusting plants to those bitches! They'll be willing to spend a fortune on them."

Shadow's mind sank. Were there still clans cooperating with them?

Who is the "bitch"?

It's not mentioned in the materials.

But at this point, some people raised objections.

“My fetuses are not tools for trade.” Rives crossed her arms and leaned against the wall.

Her gaze was deep as she looked into the shadows:

"I don't care what you want to do. As long as it helps advance the plan to destroy the 'lid,' I don't care. But I won't stop my own work; the work of cultivating clones cannot stop."