Of the twenty or so men around me, more than half of them kept their mouths shut; the sneering looks on their faces telling me just what they thought of my question.
There were five who wished for death, while only two asked for their body weight in food.
All of the wishes were accepted right off the bat, and I wasn't exactly going to give any warnings to these men. They didn't mean anything to me, and Greed needed as many souls as possible.
Seven souls, back in the possession of the Seven Sins. Well, six, because no one seemed to know where Wrath had gone. But I could have sworn he had spoken to me earlier, so I have no idea what that was about.
But seven souls were only just the start.
"Harbinger!" called out Feng Niu, going a crap job at hiding his shock that I wasn't ripped apart by the men. "You're next to the pit."
