The Gentleman at the End

The moment Art obtained the "qualification," just as he had envisioned, various forces of the Old World and associations with multiple Plague Masters all sprang into action.

The Monastery, having received the "Top Wanted," dispatched the Prison Director personally to apprehend the felon.

Upon learning that Art had taken control of the Cancer Palace and was now an advancing Plague Master, the Lord, who had seldom left his chamber, directly rose and proceeded with the highest combat forces of the Venerable Tumor Knight Order to the door of the Skin Factory.

The Prider Emperor, in full glory, hurried back at the fastest speed after halting his duel with Yi Chen.

The Pierwina of the Mysterious Skin Factory, who should have slept until the "World Infection" concluded, also awakened due to the arrival of several Plague Masters.

The Duke's caravan also arrived at this moment, seemingly having sniffed out a business opportunity or came to witness the performance that was unfinished last time.

Unfortunately, the target had already seized the qualification and left this place,

Even though the Prison Director tried to pinpoint Art's location directly within the Old World using his unique world privilege, he received no response, as if the person had left this world.

But since the "World Infection" wasn't completed, it was impossible for Art to go to the human world currently being infected, as the narrow "passage" couldn't withstand Art, a soon-to-be Plague Master who had received the qualification.

Just as all Plague Masters turned their attention to the Duke, hoping to negotiate a "transaction" to obtain Art's location,

A candle puppet, topped with a white candle and emitting the scorching heat of the evil sun, suddenly emerged from the depths of space,

"Please wait a moment, my master is dealing with Art's situation and will absolutely prevent him from becoming a Plague Master.

After waiting for a while, the final performance will occur in the theater, and then everyone will see Art's ultimate fate. If interested, please follow me to the theater above."

As the candle puppet pointed upward,

All present Plague Masters and the Prider Emperor looked at the eerie False Moon hidden between the clouds, resembling a human head.

The Duke also smiled and proactively offered his opinion,

"Everyone needn't rush~ Since William has arranged things to such an extent, even factoring in our arrival, I believe he truly has a way to deal with the 'Evil Tumor' issue.

Moreover, the reason everyone is gathered here is more or less related to that kid, and we've all met him face-to-face.

Why not trust him this once and see how the so-called performance fares?

As long as William can take Art to the theater, regardless if he can handle this entity contradicting worldly development, we can intervene at any time and deal with it perfectly."

Just when the Plague Masters were nodding in agreement, the Emperor, who had just rushed over from the Arc Sea with hundred-meter Blood Wings unfolded, stated his personal request:

"Esteemed Plague Masters, Art Kramer has obtained the Blood Lord's qualification through extremely vile means. If William can indeed suppress him and take him to the so-called theater, I hope to ultimately end him and reclaim the qualification belonging to the Blood Lord, belonging to us Blood Folk."

The Duke directly expressed different views, "We don't know whether Art Kramer used vile means, but the method he used to obtain the 'qualification' did not violate the rules of qualification transfer.

The Prison Director is pursuing him not because of how he obtained the qualification, but because his existence threatens world development.

As for the 'qualification,' once Art took it from the Blood Lord, it became his, no longer belonging to you Blood Folk.

In the next performance arranged meticulously by William, you should try not to interrupt. If William truly can't suppress, you may choose to intervene, and I can choose to disregard, but what the Prison Director and the Lord will do is beyond my say."

Even though the Emperor had spent millennia suppressing the pride within,

Knowing that standing before him were Plague Masters not to be offended, each among the top tier of the Plague Master community,

Knowing that one wrong move could lead to the extinction of the entire race.

But thinking of his most revered Monarch, a friend with no barriers, killed by such methods and having qualification stolen with vile means, he couldn't restrain his inner emotions, no matter what, he must see Art dead and reclaim the qualification.

Just as the Emperor was on the brink of uncontrollably erupting with internal Blood Plague,

A sensation of skin, maximally soft, came from the back, causing the skin discarded during battle to regrow, even tighter and more comfortable than before.

Even the raging Blood Plague was suppressed.

"Prider Emperor, no need to anger~ Your 'collaboration' with me still continues to take effect, the land of the New World awaits our mutual cultivation.

Now, you're already above past levels, no need to rush.

When the world reacquires the Rule, more 'qualifications' will appear, and you'll inevitably be the first choice for the sick focus.

As for the wretch before us, he will naturally face the end he deserves. Absolutely no need to forfeit your millennia of effort because of this man's deeds; the Blood Lord's qualification already perished the moment he was defeated, and now, the Blood Folk is stronger than ever.

The New World already has your place, set aside the Old World matters.

It was Pierwina from the Mysterious Skin Factory who calmed the Emperor and applied the skin pouch. The Emperor gradually quieted down, and the Duke also nodded silently upon witnessing this.

No one waited long, a shaft of Moonlight descended directly, forming a pure silver staircase connecting the mountaintop to the Moon's surface.

The Lord, stepping on her foot armor, was the first to ascend the staircase and offer praise, "Transforming the void into reality, I didn't expect a New Moon could replace that woman's so soon, not bad..."

The Prison Director followed closely behind, and he could vaguely sense the aura of iron chains on Yi Chen, seemingly just above.

The Duke ordered his trade association to wait below, with only the gold and silver masks accompanying him upward.

The tremendously lazy Duke, in a rare move, stepped out of the castle, using the method of 'trade' to perform 'time restoration' on his long-degenerated legs, restoring them to when he still enjoyed walking. Supporting his massive body, he walked up the stairs and indicated that the gold and silver masks did not need to assist him.

The Great Emperor and Pierwina walked last, the confines of the skin allowing the Great Emperor to calmly ascend the stairs, embarking on a completely different path.

When everyone arrived inside the theater within the Moon, they weren't directly placed in the regular audience seating, as it was already full, but instead led by Thirteen into the "VIP Box".

As the Plague Masters stepped into the panoramic glass-structured box, just about to observe the specifics inside the theater, the entire theater suddenly started launching fireworks.

The smiling fan club members at the audience seats had their heads separated from their bodies, ascending straight up.

Like skyrockets shooting towards the ceiling, they exploded into magnificent multicolored fireworks, accompanied by the liberated laughter of death, and one could faintly hear them thanking someone, and could barely make out the word 'teacher'.

As all the smiling heads exploded like fireworks, the remaining bodies also started disintegrating, dissolving into a pool of black water, leaving only the body controlled by Art's entity seated.

He completely lost all sensing of the evil tumors outside his entity.

Panic! Absolute panic!

Now, if he dies, he will die completely!

Art immediately wanted to separate the tumor and escape the theater, taking root in the world's most secret corner, but a voice suddenly came from the stage:

"Art, your heart is in chaos! Your actions are quite inappropriate. Now you are in my theater, and you are well aware that my theater is set upon the Moon.

Since I've arranged all this, naturally I've also set multiple layers of barriers. You really wouldn't believe that a mere tumor could escape, would you? If I were you, I wouldn't waste even a tiny bit more power.

Now you have two choices,

1. Continue to take the stage and finish that unfinished performance with Mr. Yi.

2. Voluntarily admit defeat, and then have a good private chat with me."

Hahahaha! Hahaha~

Art stopped separating the tumor, instead leaning back in his seat, laughing wantonly, even with a sense of waving his arms and legs.

"I didn't expect, really didn't expect~ I, Art, prepared for this day for thousands of years, only to be intercepted by you halfway.

However, I have to admit, you are the most interesting person I've ever met. Able to disguise to the extent that even I cannot distinguish you, considering you as kin... Surely you have undergone a malignant transformation and truly immersed yourself into this role to achieve such an enactment effect.

You are indeed worthy of being the best actor of the circus.

However, I do not intend to carry out the performance according to your choices~ Let me present the third option, William!

Have you, who believes to hold the trump card, considered this? Hahaha!"

As soon as the words fell, golden liquid flowed from every pore of Art's body, completely dyeing himself gold, the energy cached within increasing without limit, accumulating.

The laughter emitted from his mouth grew increasingly loud,

In the depths of the Swollen Cathedral, the remaining followers all laughed madly, for on the sacrificial array before their eyes lay the true form of the Pope.

"Haha!

Come, flip me with what you call the suppression of illness,

Or let Mr. Yi use the deepest of deaths to kill me,

I shall release the greatest fireworks of the Old World, it will also be my final gift to this world."

In an instant, Art made the most mad and extreme decision,

self-destruction,

abandoning everything accumulated over thousands of years, the recently obtained qualifications, the newly amalgamated Tumor Emperor's divinity, all those origin genes that had already taken root, to trade for this gift to everyone and the Pathology World.

He had long acknowledged defeat, even at the Cancer Palace, only the malignant tumor within him continued to grow... Now, even the growth of the tumor was severed, and Art's decision bore no regret.

At this moment, even several Plague Masters' expressions changed dramatically.

Yet inside the theater, there was simultaneously another person who made a decision in an instant...

An unlit shadow swiftly arrived beside Art, the "spiral opening" on its abdomen directly swallowing the self-destructing Art whole, the shadow itself crawling in after.

The theater fell into silence, and the final result was unknown to anyone.