Chapter 1783

Two men wearing full–face masks and protective suits pushed open the door to the chip room and saw Griffon sitting on the sofa like a king, motionless as a mountain.

He was covered in blood, and his face, slightly turned, was also stained with blood. Only his lifeless eyes exuded a cold, disdainful gaze.

By his side was a surgical knife, its blade glinting silver under the light, casting an eerie glow on the man’s face, making him look like a demon from hell.

If it were anyone else who saw 1-1 and 1-3, they would have been afraid, but the man on the sofa showed no fear, not even bothering to acknowledge their presence.

His stubbornness and unruliness were somewhat admirable to the two founders, but… “If you are not the leader of S, then I would definitely have a different opinion of you for single–handedly making it to the upper area,” said 11, his voice carrying a hint of weariness, as if it had been tempered by the passage of time.

“Tell me, what are you doing in Erebus?” 1-1 pulled up a chair and sat down in front of Griffon as if meeting an old friend.

any defenses, Griffon took the cigarette offered to him and lit it.

was ill, and when she returned, he

that she was gone, these things seemed to

took a drag from the cigarette, exhaling

swirling smoke, the man’s face, both ethereal and blood–stained, was half–hidden, revealing

held it in his hand, absentmindedly toying with it. “If you’re not willing to

his mouth and blew out a wisp of smoke.

standing by the door with his arms crossed. “Aren’t you afraid

who was standing next to him. “You don’t care

enduring intense pain, looked up at

to him, but he had failed to manage it and was now being

than he did, and now the leader of S was right in

said 1-1. These two words made Nick breathe a

his gratitude, 1-3 shot him in the head.

waiting outside. Nick, lying on

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