Igura looked at the dagger inserted in front of Asho, his dry lips trembling slightly, and the long-lost sense of fear tore at his heart like a wolf.

So I’m afraid of death too? So I’m just an ordinary man? So I’m just an unqualified fraudster? He thought to himself.

Fear is the calm Veela, and calmness is the bloodline of a fraudster. When calmness is drained by fear, it also means that the life of a fraudster has come to an end.

Igura had forgotten when was the last time he felt fear. When he successfully deceived the first lollipop from the children in the orphanage, when he falsely accused other children to the orphanage director, he seemed to have lost the feeling of fear.

After studying the mind sect seriously, Igura believed that he was born with an antisocial personality. It would be a waste of this life if he didn’t become a fraudster. To him, manipulating human nature was not only for profit, but also for survival. He was the kind of person who could only live in the darkness, unable to survive without playing tricks and conspiracies.

The unique social environment and geographical advantage of the Blood Moon Kingdom made his career path smooth. Even if he encountered setbacks like being caught by the Falconer’s Hall, Igura did not feel fear. Instead, he regarded it as a professional training. Although the prisoners in the Shattered Lake Prison were a bit difficult to deceive, it only increased Igura’s enthusiasm for challenges.

Igura had never feared the vagaries of fate. He had encountered more dangerous situations in the past, being surrounded by assassins from the organization, having a gun pointed at his head, and even being threatened and forced to cut off his Veela. But he was not afraid at all.

Because the first person a fraudster deceives is himself.

If a fraudster doesn’t believe that he is immortal, how can he deceive others? If a fraudster doesn’t believe that his next words can change the situation, how can he deceive others?

So Igura didn’t understand why he should be afraid.

Clearly, he was not in any danger.

Clearly, he still held Asho’s wish in his hand.

As soon as he gave the order, Asho wouldn’t be able to harm him at all.

Asho would probably attack Harvey first, Igura thought.

As for the possibility of Asho refusing this invitation, Igura didn’t even consider it. Asho had no reason not to attack them, just like Veela wouldn’t refuse an orc that came to her.

For this group of escapees from the Shattered Lake Prison, killing each other was just a way of greeting. Even if there was no opportunity, they would create opportunities to frame each other. If there was an opportunity, they would go all out.

There was only pure mutual exploitation between them, with no room for mercy.

Speaking of which, it was strange. Clearly, they had no conflicting interests after a successful escape, but Igura was deeply wary of the others. The credibility of strangers was higher than that of these prison mates.

They were unable to coexist peacefully. If they had to act together, it would inevitably lead to death.

Igura had also thought about why he had murderous intent towards the other prison mates.

To erase the past? The Falconer’s Hall still had his extensive criminal record.

To protect secrets? They had all left the Blood Moon, and whether it was Harvey or Igura, their secrets were meaningless.

To protect himself?

Yes, that’s right. It was to protect himself. Because Igura found that even if he didn’t believe, even if he was cautious, when the time came, he would still choose to cooperate with Harvey and Asho. Harvey and Asho were also familiar with his fighting style. They were like…dependent companions.

Dependency was the most dangerous knife, handed to the companion behind oneself. – “Ansu Fable: Companions: Summary of the Ending”

Exposing oneself is foolish, relying on others is shameful, and having companions is equivalent to entering the countdown to betrayal. If it were a different time and place, Igura might be willing to take the risk of getting to know this group of companions, but they met in prison – companions picked from the trash bin. Would you dare to take them?

Igura didn’t dare, and he knew that Harvey and Asho didn’t dare either.

Since they couldn’t become companions, but were forced to form an unspoken agreement as companions, they could only become enemies.

This was how the people of the Blood Moon treated others – others would never be their own.

As long as you betray others first, you won’t be betrayed. This is the law of selfishness.

So when Igura saw Asho pulling out the small knife without hesitation, he felt no surprise in his heart. But what surprised Igura was that Asho didn’t go towards Harvey, but looked at him.

Igura’s mind turned, and he suddenly understood Asho’s idea – he wanted to force him to use up the wish and then deal with Harvey. This way, the fraudster would have no way to intimidate the former leader of the heresy.

Indeed, it’s you…indeed, you are the detestable leader of the heresy who brings misfortune to people. And I am just one of your victims.

Everything went as expected, and Igura felt no anger.

But for some reason, he felt a little lost.Asho squatted in front of him, lifting his chin and pressing a dagger against his slightly dusty face. Looking at Asho, a new idea suddenly sprouted in Igura’s mind – since he was going to die anyway, instead of using his wish to protect his last dignity before death, why not die with Asho, be buried together in the Virtual Realm, and become phantoms of the past?

Since I can’t survive, there’s no need to worry about your life or death.

Or perhaps… use the wish directly, let you kill me, spare me the pain, and facilitate your rebirth?

Just as Igura was emotionally stirred, Asho stopped and looked at the Eternal Constant, asking, “Can you guarantee that you will let me go after I complete this task?”

“If you can truly prove your loyalty to the Four Pillar God,” the Eternal Constant said, “you will naturally receive the treatment you deserve.”

“You’re avoiding the question with empty words,” Asho said. “In that case, let’s make a written agreement. I brought a Miracle Contract paper. I’ll trust you with the guarantee of the Virtual Realm.”

The Eternal Constant looked at him, a strange smile appearing at the corner of her mouth. It seemed as if a wind had risen around the Silver Throne, gently rustling her skirt.

Crack!

Suddenly, a loud noise rang out, and the fire lock chain hanging above Asho’s head broke. Although Asho immediately threw the dagger at the Eternal Constant, he was also hit hard on the back by the falling disc, convulsing on the ground in pain like a shrimp.

The dagger was deflected by an invisible airflow, accurately nailed next to the Eternal Constant’s cheek, just a hair’s breadth away from cutting her round and cute little face.

The mechanical arm stuffed the dagger back into her skirt. She signaled the man in the black robe to bind Asho with a miracle, and said leisurely, “As expected, my judgment was correct. You are not a believer of the Four Pillar God, nor are you an End Observer.”

“You are just Asho Heath.”