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With a final few small bubbles, the center of the bathtub grew still.
Reed watched the water’s surface with a quiet gaze, wondering if something else might emerge.
As if someone had turned off a faucet, the statues in the corner of the bathroom ceased pouring water.
As a result, the surface of the bathtub became as calm as a mirror.
Reed’s figure was even more still than the water’s surface. He looked as if he would remain there forever, unmoving and expressionless, but in truth, he was feeling intense impatience.
Why isn’t she surfacing?
Even with a thousand years of honed patience, it was rapidly wearing thin.
Meanwhile, there were beings that insensitively provoked him. They were demons who had been masquerading as statues in the corner of the bathroom.
Though not participants in the slaughter game, they were mid-level demons.