"Stab your own hand."
"W… what the fuck!?"
The excited look on everyone's face was completely replaced by shock as they stared at Rhys's hand. And as Ayesha removed the knife, everyone watched as his blood started to shower everywhere on the stage.
The people would have probably been screaming or whispering to each other right now, but their shock was too overwhelming to the point that they could truly only just stare at Rhys.
"I have placed enough knives in front of the stage." And finally, after letting the silence linger on for a couple of seconds, Rhys spoke up and gestured to the table that was on the front of the stage—and there, the crowd finally noticed the knives,
"Stab your hand, and you will be considered part of the guild. If not, you will be compensated for all the expenses you have wasted going here."
"This… this is crazy!" And soon, people started raising their voices.
