Flicking his finger, he tossed it down from mid-air, landing precisely in Knox's hands.
Holding this heavy spirit fruit, Knox instantly felt bursts of icy killing intent coming from behind him.
He turned his head stiffly. Only to see everyone from the six major Saint Lineages currently staring fixedly at him. With gazes cold enough to kill.
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully making 107 supporting characters turn against the Chosen One!]
[The Chosen One's Luck has decreased by 10,000 points. The host has gained 20,000 Providence Points!]
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully reducing the Chosen One's reputation and damaging his interpersonal connections.]
[The Chosen One's Luck has decreased by 8,000 points. The host has gained 16,000 Providence Points!]
Listening to the system's notification sounds, an imperceptible smile curled at the corners of Alex's mouth.
