Charles rested his chin in his hand, sinking into deep thought—the fortieth Labyrinth wasn't too difficult; rather, it was too simple.
Although he was alone, he believed that with the strength of Level Eighteen, sweeping through the eighteen towns of Mosuli wouldn't be difficult.
Charles always felt that Agmilas was playing tricks on him, and that the Evil God Colosseum was certainly not normal. Although he was not very familiar with the Evil God Colosseum, he was aware of a detail—that be it a preliminary selection candidate or a replacement candidate for the Evil God, it wasn't exclusively for Agmilas. Every Evil God had its candidates and replacements, yet Mosuli only had Agmilas's...
That was just too strange, wasn't it?
With too little information at his disposal, Charles didn't know what exactly Agmilas was planning to do with him. Nevertheless, he decided to take action first.
