They all call me Great Master

Arthur's fingertips lightly traced over the lead box without making the slightest sound; the only thing audible was the laughter continuously bubbling from his mouth—

"Do you know how to play the Counting 7s game?

When you count to 7, or any number containing 7, and any multiple of 7, it's your turn.

If you accidentally count wrong...

I'll let you experience pain."

The Southern Lost Spirit Medium whispered to 'Lady of Sorrow'.

At this moment, there was no excess expression on the face of the Southern Lost Spirit Medium, and his eyes were filled with calmness, but inexplicably, in 'Mikhail's' perception, he felt that the Southern Lost Spirit Medium before him was the real deal—without the usual mask, revealing his own cruelty. That was what she believed.

Because...

When she held absolute advantage, she also enjoyed playing these kinds of games.

To let those in sadness feel even greater sorrow.

To let those in despair feel deeper despair.

Just like what this Spirit Medium had said, making the 'Lady of Sorrow' feel 'pain'—wasn't it an interesting thing?

However, this lady did not believe that the Spirit Medium before her could achieve this.

Therefore, this lady remained silent.

Silence, both as a method and an attitude.

This lady chose the most passive way to irritate the Spirit Medium before her, carrying the pride of once being called 'God'.

Even though She had become her.

She would absolutely not do such a thing.

She is not some tamed, defeated dog.

And the words of the Southern Lost Spirit Medium continued—

"Now...

Let's start with counting down from 1000!"

Arthur said this and took out the ring [Blood of Doting].

Meanwhile, Abel, who could hardly wait, kept borrowing the power of the contract, beseeching Arthur—

"Let me eat! Let me eat!

Please, Arthur!

I beg of you!"

Abel's voice echoed in his ear, Arthur responded unhurriedly.

"What do you call me?"

"Master!

My dear master!

Please have mercy on me, master!"

The fragmentary Bloodsucking Ancestor Worm, Abel, pleaded.

In response to such entreaty, Arthur nodded in satisfaction but did not immediately allow Abel to act, for he, Arthur, the Southern Lost Spirit Medium, not only had bottom lines but also abided by the rules of the game.

So, Arthur's gaze turned to the lead box coffin, and he quietly waited.

'Mikhail's' silence went on.

About three seconds later, Arthur tapped his forehead lightly.

"Sorry!

It's my mistake!

Confronted with a game I haven't played in a long time, I actually forgot the most crucial part of the game—demonstrating the punishment."

As he spoke, Arthur placed the [Blood of Doting] containing Abel on top of a [Mikhail's Strong Touch (Fragmentary)].

The devouring began.

The fragmentary Bloodsucking Ancestor Worm devoured a part of the 'Lady of Sorrow'.

After obtaining the [Mikhail's Strong Touch (Fragmentary)], Arthur had asked Abel if the [Parasitism] and [Resurrection] contained in it would affect him, and Abel had stated that he had digested it all, with no [Parasitism] or [Resurrection] remaining.

But to be on the safe side, Arthur added a few more contracts.

Abel, who had already signed twenty-one contracts, had become accustomed to this.

No!

One should say he had become numb to it!

After adding contracts like 'must be able to digest [Parasitism] and [Resurrection] Traits, if not, then self-destruct,' Arthur could rest assured.

Compared to Arthur's reassurance, 'Mikhail,' locked in the lead box coffin, became increasingly frightened.

Unlike the standard [Mikhail's Touch], the [Mikhail's Strong Touch] contained a 'backdoor' left by this lady, so she could sharply perceive certain changes, especially after the [Mikhail's Strong Touch] was activated—she could distinctly feel it.

Hide, though this perception was fragmentary, as her own [Mikhail's Strong Touch] was being devoured, it was enough for the lady to sense that the being hidden within the ring posed a real danger to her.

"Now do you understand?"

"1, 2, 3..."

The counting began just as Arthur finished speaking.

Immediately, Arthur revealed a satisfied expression.

On the side, Abel, who had just finished devouring "Mikhail's Strong Touch (Fragmentary)," began to digest it.

Originally, in Arthur's perception, Abel, who only had a head and neck, now had a slightly longer neck, and his body should be coming out soon.

Clearly, the seemingly more effective "Mikhail's Strong Touch (Fragmentary)" was still inferior to "Mikhail's Touch."

After all, the latter had no side effects.

The time that followed in this cabin was filled only with the counting—

"998, 999, 1000!"

At this point, 'Mikhail' paused.

The 'Lady of Sorrow' didn't ask any questions, nor did she say anything more.

She just quietly waited for Arthur to speak.

And Arthur started by clapping his hands.

The Southern Lost Spirit Medium celebrated the other's passing of the challenge in this way.

Only after that did she speak.

"Tsk, as expected of the 'Lady of Sorrow,' actually counting to 1000, you really surprise me!

Now let's start the second game—

You just counted to 1000, so now, start subtracting 7 from 1000 until there's nothing left to subtract.

Of course, you still can't say the number seven.

And remember, the final number cannot be negative; it must be zero for you to pass."

The Southern Lost Spirit Medium began explaining the rules for the second game.

Thud!

A violent banging came from within the lead box coffin.

"Are you joking?

How can it be zero!" 'Mikhail' roared.

"You haven't even started subtracting; how do you know it can't be zero?

Are you questioning my fairness?

It seems like you need a bit of punishment."

Arthur sighed and then placed the "Blood of Doting" onto another "Mikhail's Strong Touch (Fragmentary)."

The fragmentary Abel immediately feasted with gusto.

Throughout the process, Arthur watched the lead box coffin with an innocent expression.

Time ticked by second by second.

Right at the fifth second, the moment after the fragmentary Abel had completely devoured the thread, the 'Lady of Sorrow' spoke again.

"993, 986, 979…"

"Haha!

She's counting!

She really is counting!"

Arthur burst into laughter as soon as the numbers began, leaning back and forth in his mirth, slapping his thigh.

At that moment, how could the lady inside the lead box coffin not understand what the Southern Lost Spirit Medium was doing?

He was mocking her!

He was using her dignity as the racquet, her honor as the ball, all for a full-force strike.

And then?

To shatter them completely.

"I am toying with you!

After all, opportunities to play with a god don't come around often.

Now that I have the chance, I intend to relish it fully."

As he spoke, Arthur placed the "Blood of Doting" on the small lead box.

Ow-ow!

Abel let out a truly jubilant cry, diving straight into the small lead box and starting his feast while from the small lead box and the lead box coffin, the wails of the 'Lady of Sorrow' resounded simultaneously.

The sound was piercing.

But Arthur was utterly indifferent.

He was only silently calculating—

It should be about time, right?