572 Plan askew

Liam's eyes widened as an even more shocking possibility popped up in his mind.

These three players were completely anomalies in the timeline, just like this tournament. They had popped out of nowhere. 

They were terrifyingly strong, possessing high-level techniques that he had never heard of in his previous life. Also, the weapons they wielded were equally overpowered.

That was right. Their strength mainly stemmed from these two, and both these could have been simply orchestrated by the tower master.

He could have actually created and molded these three experts all on his own and made them his personal puppets.

Liam's face changed a shade darker as he thought about all of this, continuing to gaze at Derek's corpse. Every single one of his guesses was outrageous, and yet it made perfect sense.

His frustration turned into a wide smile that looked maniacal.