Cain nervously entered the lounge, ready to be pummeled.
Besides Mike and Ace, there was now a burly, middle-aged man with a simple and honest appearance in the lounge. As Cain stepped inside, the surrounding space distorted slightly, and white bones assembled themselves into a cage, subtly altering the rules of reality.
This bone cage resembled a slaughter space, where both parties could fight with all their might without the risk of fatal injuries.
Sensing the change in their surroundings, Ace frowned in disgust. He turned to the burly man, his eyes filled with killing intent.
"When I become an Ultimate Lord, I'll help Shadow Nine clean up his house. It's filthy and messy, full of things that shouldn't see the light of day."
The burly man chuckled, unconcerned.
Cain didn't understand a word of it, except for "Ultimate Lord."
Mike raised an eyebrow slightly.
