Green Vine Manor, aka The King's Gambit.
A bunch of total losers in reality who have to end up being cajoled for fun and harvested for their souls.
Eleazar had thought it was a game of demonic sequencers, or simply some evil ritual, until he arrived on the scene himself and realized that it was a certain devotee collecting tribute for his great deity.
"This is a man-made setup!"
"Those higher dimensional beings from the Void don't have such lowly tastes as humans, He doesn't even need to be so complicated if He wants souls..."
Holding a magic guidebook in his hand and flipping through a message from an Ancient God Hunter, Witcher said quickly.
"This is a place of evil believers who worship an unknown evil god, have performed many sacrificial rituals, and have gained power from them!"
At the end of the lawn, outside the lavish manor, the open-air playground was filled with all sorts of bloody and brutal games and bets, and everyone inside was laughing, laughing so hard that they couldn't tell if it was fear or excitement that brought tears to their eyes.
"A force of rules has been formed here that is more advanced than any of us! Don't get involved in any bets, once you fall into the rules, you'll be at the mercy of whatever you want!"
Lister and Garn suddenly stopped in their tracks and turned their heads to look at a facility.
In the merry-go-round, two acolytes dressed in white robes hung from the gallows, not moving a muscle as the wheel slowly rocked.
"Want to save them?"
A man shrouded in black robes lifted his head, a face without features, and a hoarse voice came from the face that seemed to be struggling inside.
"It's simple, come to a bet, and if you win, you can take them away."
Arbiter and Holy Gun clenched their fists and turned around.
"You may go now..."
The human face struggling in the membrane of flesh said hoarsely:
"But from now on, you will dream every night, and when you wake up, you will realize that the dream has not been fulfilled."
"Because you guys, who didn't do anything in the first place..."
Inexplicably irritated, Lister suddenly returned to his feet and slammed the table so heavily that the crystal plaque on top of it jolted.
"Bet on what!!!"
...
"Thousands of contaminants, with a large number of high-level individuals mixed in, how many people have fallen here?"
"Ah!!!" Eleazar, who was looking around at his surroundings, suddenly looked back and saw a violent white light emerging from the Arbiter's five senses in the distance, as if his soul was being drawn out, finally converging into a white bead that rested on an open palm.
Looking at the empty shell that had lost all its strength and collapsed, the faceless man pronounced his sentence hoarsely.
"You lost..."
Witcher and the knight were taken aback.
What's going on? Didn't they tell them never to get involved in any betting?
The Holy Lance Garn sadly went up to snatch the Arbiter's soul.
The faceless man opened his mouth directly and swallowed the white bead, and when the other tore the faceless mask away, he realized that inside was just an empty iron frame propped up in silhouette, holding a burning candle.
"Garn--"
The mutated contaminants that came pouring in from all around drowned the holy guns.
The bright colors faded in an instant, and the earth withered and cracked, rising in a green flame.
The Knight and Witcher, silver swords in hand, saw the sky looking down on a huge face that took up all the view.