A pair of eyes was watching the group in discussion.
His gaze was serene, blending in with the crowd... Although inconspicuous, whenever he spoke, he was not ignored.
Today.
It was probably the last day of the main quest. As long as he killed this batch of players, everything would come to an end.
He glanced at his game panel.
He was a disciple of the Evil God.
His main quest was naturally different from the others.
Unlike the panels of other players, his was filled with shades of blood, horror, and strangeness, most importantly, it featured a Sheep Head totem; the panel was wrapped in black mist, unbeknownst to Paradise.
If it could get him power faster, what was killing people?
After countless rounds of killing players, he had accumulated a massive amount of Experience and Game Coins. He could settle this after leaving the instance, and the True God would reward him.
Moreover.
Apart from the main quest.