Chapter 301 Bottled Prisoner (25)_1

"You can take a guess,"

Facing Fu Qian's question, Sin Seeker William was clearly reluctant to respond.

"Riddlemaker, huh? Let me think about it."

Fu Qian stroked his chin.

"I have indeed heard of this kind of death game before."

"Usually, organizing this kind of thing is either to satisfy the perverse pleasures of those in high positions, or to provide for the legendary demon's sustenance—the negative emotions generated by people under the threat of death: pain, despair, anger, and the like."

"And in this competition, that special concept is exceptionally prominent, directly manifesting in the form of Sinflame."

"Plus, after obtaining the Sinflame, your strength clearly increases, which I presume is one of your goals."

"There's another question, your behavior has been inconsistent."

"Previously, you indeed looked like a brainless, canned meat soldier. It felt like in that state, you were summoned in some special way as a projection, not the full entity."