294: Bottled Prisoner (Eighteen)_1
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So, there’s a good chance that he’s now in a “Sinner” state?
Fu Qian looked at Lin En, who was drenched all over.
He must have been hiding in the water just now and then took advantage of this poor brother passing by to land a successful hit.
It was just like the ambush on Ailina by the Hunting Squad earlier.
In open spaces, people tend to let their guard down subconsciously.
It seems that, apart from the pain caused by the Sinflame diminishing, there’s nothing special about him; his mind is still very much intact.
It’s unclear exactly how the activation by the Goddess of Sin and Punishment manifests, but if Sinners refers to everyone who has communicated with the Goddess, then he is undoubtedly within the target range.
But there’s no rush; with three days of competition, there’s plenty of time.
“I’m not surprised by your answer,”
With this in mind, Fu Qian walked slowly forward under Lin En’s watchful eyes, until he reached the nearest water’s edge.
“You seem to have adapted quickly!”
He said again in that low and hoarse voice.
“What do you mean?”
“Firstly, you’ve organized such a group of people with nothing but a vague hope.”
“It’s conceivable that even if the plan goes smoothly, most of them are just cannon fodder.”
“So I’ve never had any hopes that you would be honest.”
“I’m just a victim, simply trying to survive.”
Staring at the approaching Fu Qian, Lin En spoke quickly.
Old hands all know that lunatics are the most dangerous characters because their behavior is completely unpredictable.
Especially this one in front of him, sometimes mad, sometimes cold-blooded.
And crucially, judging by his earlier performance, his strength is quite exaggerated, making him a very troublesome character.
“William, that self-righteous madman, judges others on a whim based on his likes and dislikes.”
“The law of the survival of the fittest is the rule of the Broken Lands, by his standards, each and every one is a sinner.”
“Don’t worry, I have no interest in judgment; I just find this game interesting,”
Fu Qian shook his head and pointed at the corpse in the water.
“I have a question, how many people have you ‘liberated’ like this before?”
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It was obviously odd to Lin En why Fu Qian would care about this, and after a moment of contemplation, he replied.
“More than a dozen people.”
This group’s efficiency isn’t too bad.
“And have all the resulting Sinflames been purified?”
“Yes,”
Lin En nodded.
“That’s the core rule of cooperation; everyone must abide by it.”
“So how many times have you purified before the statue?”
“Once; that time, I killed two people plus a beast.”
“And it was after that, you discovered that Sinflame no longer causes you pain?”
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“Actually, I only realized it just now.”
Lin En hesitated before finally admitting.
“I was wondering why it was like this, I’m sure the enhancement effect is still there, but I hardly feel any pain now, although now that I think about it—”
He laughed coldly.
“Someone had purified before and then regained Sinflame; everyone just kept silent about it.”
“Understood, it’s a thankless job if it’s like that; no one would fight for it.”
As a fragile alliance that might fall apart at any moment, keeping something up your sleeve is a basic practice, and having Sinflame isn’t necessarily a bad thing.
If others knew there were no negative effects at all, many would probably fight over this scapegoat role.
“So even after witnessing so many death games, you still didn’t know about this until now?”
“No one knew before entering.”