Playing his twisted games with Ilias's body, another round began.
Iustus's opponent would be the creator of the game in person.
The cards were distributed and immediately, the sack head's antics started again.
"I, Ilias, speak big words but I am a big fucking idiot, how am I going to win?" spoke the bag head outloud, still making a terrible impression of Ilias.
"Oh! I know, why didn't I think about this earlier?" using the dead man's hand, the game master grasped something on the hidden compartement where special cards went.
"Hold on a second, Ilias used all of his special cards!" protested Iustus before even seeing the card in question, the bag head ignored his remark and just placed the card.
'The round will end after the next player is done, no matter what his decision was' the blatant cheating wasn't over as he reached for another special card.
'The new objective is thirty' and then another.
'Turns all of the users cards into a singular card equal to the current objective' and yet, he wasn't done yet.
'Removes all of the opponents cards'
Only then, as Iustus's face visibly paled, was the game master done, chuckling in his actual voice.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Ilias is absolutely destroying Iustus, what a turning of tables, that's no turning, that's a complete flip right into a pit of explosives! What will Iustus do?" his voices echoed all around the room even though Iustus could clearly see him controlling the corpse's every movements.
"I'll stay" said the horrendous puppeteer and now, it was Iustus's turn to play and as dictated by one of the special cards, his turn would be the last no matter what he did.
He tried to not show any sign of fear but he was somehow paling and getting redder as time went buy, racking his brain for a way out of this situation.
Then it clicked.
He grabbed one of his special cards, the one that granted him the best card available and it was nine, the cheater had even given himself ten and eleven before using his busted special cards.
"It's useless Iustus! You don't even have a family! Stop being so egotistical and die!" spoke the cadaver manipulating maniac.
Iustus reached for his other special card and placed it.
He said what he wanted and the sole card in his opponents possession was blown away.
"Huh" the game master stood up from behind Ilias's corpse, letting it slump down as he looked at the cards on the table.
"..."
"The winner is Iustus! You are such a freaking dumbass Ilias, time for your outside to match what you are on the inside!" as if nothing had happened, the game master grabbed the machinery, pulled it down and detached some sort of canister and started dousing Ilias's body in the strong smelling liquid.
He then grabbed a match handed to him by the machine and lit it by brushing it against his mask but just as he dropped it on Ilias, something unexpected happened, much to Iustus horror.
Ilias wasn't dead yet, the flames inside of his stomach must have been quickly extinguished and left him with what was certainly a mortal wound but not an immediate death.
The intense burning sensation had only knocked him out, he had been alive the whole time as the bag head played around with his limp body.
Confused and dazed, the poor man shook and struggled as his whole body caugh on fire, his skin turned a charred black as he burned for minutes as everything that could burn was consumed, the flames weakened and soon disapppear, leaving nothing but a thin, dark figure with ropes laying on his shoulders since his head had shrunk.
The game master slapped the now, truly dead Ilias, causing his neck to break off and his head to fall to the ground, breaking off into pieces.
"You have pretty good luck and the semblance of a sentient mind it appears, I am sure you'll have blast with GMJ" casually spoke the bag head as he walked over to Iustus, who was still stuck in place.
"Who even are you?" asked Iustus, he still couldn't comprehend how he had gotten from fighting Occult to being locked into a crappy room with a decrepit lunatic.
"I am BH-GM and I am a creation of our Godfather, that's all you need to know" with this few words, BH-GM turned around and walked a single step before suddenly spinning back into place and punching the young hero straight in the jaw, knocking him out in an instant.
He gave it a few moments, opened his eyes to check and after being really certain that Iustus was completely unconscious, he undid his restrain, grabbed the back of his collar and dragged him away.
Pulling him through a few rooms and corridors, which all looked different but sharing the very humid atmosphere, general filthiness and decrepit looks.
After a while of bumping Iustus into walls and door corners, the sack head let go of him in the center of a room filled with a variety of seemingly random items and furnitures.
BH-GM stepped out from the room and the door he had gone through simply vanished as the wall extended over it.
As he stood outside of it, BH-GM was joined by two other masked figures.
They both sported similar white masks, one was wearing a three piece suit with purple bow tie, his mask surrounded his whole head and he was on the shorter side amongst the three.
His mask had red decorations all over it and beyond the moving jaw of the mask laid only darkness.
He was quiet and had walked at a slow pace, almost creeping around while the other one had ran in loudly.
The second one mask's was decorated with black and the back of his mask had fake black hair, he was dressed in dark, baggy yet very elaborated clothes, his shoulders were hanging low as if he was trying to sneak around.
His mask also had a moving jaw, however, his lips were visible as it opened, the lips as well as everything else that could be made out had been covered with lack make up.
The three, clearly suspicious men, exchanged a few words before they split up, right as Iustus was starting to wake up, feeling a strong pain in his jaw.