The Gentleman at the End

Within the torn tent, the Heart of the Audience varied,

among them, the most emotionally volatile was the circus's chief clown, Art Kramer. He was originally the most prone to losing control on the scene, with the worst stability in both physical and soul.

If the blood citizens' inherent Blood Plague negatively affects individuals, then the dangers of the malignant tumors on Art must be more than ten times those of the Blood Plague.

Moreover, as Art absorbed all the exiled malignant tumor patients, he was almost accumulating all malicious emotions,

except he managed these negative emotions through a greater level of [Evil], managing them properly, allowing himself to survive under such world rules, and vent privately through spreading the clown virus.

As long as the world's course didn't deviate too much from Art's plan, didn't exceed his 'limits',

the 'internal ladder system' he established combined with the [Heavenly Divinity] obtained from outer-domain invaders could stabilize the malignant tumors within, even achieving quality transformation through endless quantity change, transcending the conventional Honored Tumor Knight to reach the level of a 'High Table Knight'.

But the current situation had completely exceeded Art's 'limits'.

He couldn't accept that four months ago 'Mr. Yi,' whom he had surpassed and treated as a strong opponent, had now reached such a degree, able to duel with the Great Emperor equally.

When Yi Chen poured seawater to form a Death entity, Art even felt his divinity might be swallowed by this Death.

Facing this Transcendent Level duel, Art did not employ any defensive measures, letting the ripping blade and sword energy cut across the surface of his endless tumors, actively taking this hit.

Just sitting quietly on the Audience chair, his eyes hadn't blinked even once in over ten minutes,

with emotional change gradually leading to loss of control, Art's body, even with the clown costume's cover, still had numerous tumors surfacing and fluctuating under the skin, even with water blister-like transparent tumors emerging on his face.

Until… slap!

A gentle and soothing hand lightly patted Art's shoulder, accompanied by a brain-piercing reminder to stabilize his wavering emotions,

"Hey! Art, quickly collect your agitated Heart~ We ought to thank Mr. Yi properly, for being able to drag the Great Emperor to such an extent, even reaching the deep of Subspace.

Now is a once-in-a-lifetime golden opportunity, an opportunity surpassing all our plans.

The Great Emperor being dragged into the deep of Subspace is focused on the duel with Mr. Yi, completely unaware of the situation in the real world.

We now only need to head to the Skin Factory, 'Qualification' will come easily… It's been so long, our 'child' should have already penetrated to the deepest part, even standing before the Blood Lord's coffin.

No need to think about Mr. Yi's problem anymore, as long as Art can obtain 'Qualification', with the malignant tumor system you've already established, the cancer citizen system, the Heavenly Divinity of the outer world, and the 'Smiling Face Fan Club' that's already spread across the Old World,

in a short time, a king city equivalent to the [Cancer Palace] will rise from the ground.

As the new Plague Master, do you still need to worry about these things? By then, I'll obtain the boss's legacy, become the Circus's master, you and I together, whether in the Old World or the soon-to-be-completed infected human world, will all fall into our hands.

Collect your emotions, start the final plan, Mr. Joker."

Under William's assistance using Madness Essence, the surging tumors all over Art gradually calmed down.

Then, in a peculiar pose, Art twisted his head, with a completely torn bright red face looking at William, "Ah~ Thank you, my dear friend~ Mr. Yi's splendid performance caught me off guard.

But indeed it's too astonishing, to become like this in just a few months."

William shrugged his shoulders, "I couldn't think otherwise.

However~ Mr. Yi was never one of us; he, in the more vast and opportune Main Material Plane, is a sheer genius, especially targeted by a special deity and bestowed a unique Death qualification.

Arriving here as a death row inmate in our marginal small world, counts as a 'dimensional strike'.

But, when both you and I become one of the Old World's dominators, actively connecting with the Main Material Plane with the entire Old World as our token of pledge, we'll surely soar high, witnessing the true scenery of the world."

Art's head rotated 360°.

"Hahaha, your grand vision is remarkable~ William. Don't bother with such distant matters, I'm only interested in 'Qualification'.

Let's move, my body can't wait to embrace 'Qualification'."

"Hold on…"

A streak of silver hair appeared at William's hair tips, complementing Catherine's illusion, making the blood citizens opposite only see a 'virtuous' group of themselves.

With the exhibition of illusion,

William also unbuttoned, allowing Art and Catherine to proceed inside.

Quickly glancing past Zede teacher, who sat nearly touching Glatoni among the blood citizens, William followed and crawled into his abdomen.

…

On the side of the blood citizens,

Marquis Enwei was still astonished by the recent combat, surprised that someone could indeed battle with the Great Emperor to such an extent, and even on the Great Emperor's face, he saw that exceedingly rare smile.

"The Great Emperor hasn't enjoyed a fight like this for a long time… Since the battlefield has already shifted to the deep of Subspace, it seems we have no qualification to watch anymore.

The tent damaged to this extent, repairing is pointless.

If we can't watch the duel, better head back first~ Though I haven't received any danger alerts from the manor here, being cautious is better.

Glatoni, ready?"

"Almost."

Marquis Enwei still very politely stood, speaking towards the direction of William and others:

"Since the venue you arranged has become meaningless, we have no need to continue watching, just waiting for the final result of the duel is enough.

Thank you for the meticulously arranged venue and performances, I have gained a lot during the performances."

William responded with a professional smile: "Marquis Enwei, you are welcome, return first! I'll notify you when there's news."

At this moment,

Lust. Naste detected a hint of anomaly, her eyes widened in a heart shape looking towards Catherine sister, who had joyful experiences during the match.

Should have returned with a similarly ambiguous expression, but Catherine merely waved faintly.

Whoosh!

An invisible poison needle shot out from Naste's body, piercing Catherine's brow, only for her to turn into a pool of seawater instantly.

"Illusion Technique! These guys already fled!"

Instantly, the blood citizens' expressions changed greatly, and Glatoni immediately constructed a space channel with his mouth to return to the real world.

However, among the blood citizens was a special figure, right next to Glatoni, Zede. Considering Zede was indeed one of their members, this invited considerable hostility from Naste.

Unexpectedly, Glatoni roared in anger, "Naste, Mr. Zede would never engage in such insidious and disgraceful actions, quickly return to the manor to see the situation!"

The side of Marquis Enwei also nodded, signaling Naste to hurry back with him, without bothering about Zede.

All blood citizens quickly dove into Glatoni's abdomen, returning to the Skin Factory.

Among the broken pieces of the circus tent remained only Glatoni and Zede, "Mr. Zede, what are you planning?"

"Initially, I indeed came to this duel harboring the thought of annihilating the blood citizens, but during the duel, I saw something different.

My duel with you is over, I will temporarily not take any actions threatening you, afterwards, I would like to discuss with you on behalf of humans.

Additionally, if William acted extremely despicably, completely against gentlemanly character, I would intervene as a teacher."

"Alright…"

Glatoni inhaled a breath, swallowing Zede departing the place, and the remnants of the circus tent quickly were consumed by Subspace's turbulence.