'The Saw Murder Association is that infamous, huh...' Zhou Chen grumbled internally.
"I... I recently obtained a Cursed Artifact. It gave me great Power, but it's like a parasite, constantly draining my Life Force. I'm only twenty-two this year, but I've ended up looking like this..."
'Twenty-two?'
Zhou Chen sized up the old man in the patient gown, who looked to be eighty-two. The side effects of this Cursed Object were truly terrifying.
"Only by offering it a blood-food tribute every month can I save my own life. Part of the tribute's Life Force is then fed back to me. So, as long as I provide the Cursed Object with more blood-food, I can gradually return to my original appearance..."
"So, this Nightmare provided the perfect hunting ground for you. It locked you in here with a group of ordinary people, like walking into an all-you-can-eat buffet," Zhou Chen sneered. "Your strength seems decent enough, or you wouldn't have dared to make a move on me."
