"Just pick one at random." The White Night Spirit King said casually, glancing up towards the void.
It noticed that all the humans showed expressions of longing.
Indeed.
Staying with the Chaos Ship meant never having to endure such torment again.
Who wouldn't want to be the master of the Chaos Ship?
The White Night Spirit King understood this and couldn't help but chuckle. Just as it was about to speak, a thought suddenly surfaced in its mind.
"Bastard—how dare you—"
It shouted in anger but was already too late to stop what was happening.
In the void.
All the Puppets disappeared simultaneously.
They entered the lower cabin of the Chaos Ship.
—All those who desired the Chaos Ship would partake in its contract trial!
The White Night Spirit King looked around.
Not a single one remained!
All the "Puppet Masters" had entered the trial!
"What a pity," the White Night Spirit King seethed with killing intent, "I'm still here, I—"
Shwip!
