Dark King
Catastrophe erupted, it was the end of the world. Survivors were surrounded by the impregnable wall, a new order was established... The desire for power, faith, and darkness pervaded each other, layer upon layer of brands imprinted in every corner of the heart. The virus wreaked havoc, were these humans' true colors? "I unexpectedly survive, I want to live." –Du Dian
Kill! Kill! Kill!
Editor: GSD
Dudian stepped ahead and came to the long table.
"You will have a minute." The white-robed old man said coldly.
Dudian took the paper and pen. He quickly glanced at three questions.
Question one:
"What do you do when the nobles break the law?"
Dudian saw the problem, did not hesitate at all and quickly wrote his answer: "kill!"
Question two:
"What would you do when the Knight of Light sways from the law?"
"Kill!" Dudian continued to write.
Question three:
"What do you do when you meet the evil alchemist?
Dudian hesitated, but quickly wrote: "Kill!"
"Well," said Dudian and delivered the paper.
All three of them were a little surprised as it was the first time when someone had given the paper back before the time was up. The middle-aged woman checked her pocket watch and said: "You have another forty seconds to answer."
"No need," said Dudian and shook his head.