"What a huge greed."

In Ilumi's eyes, there was a huge thing behind Paul at this moment.

The huge skeleton formed by greedy emotions almost filled the entire office.

"Greed is disappearing!?"

Suddenly, Ilumi's eyes froze, and the greed behind Paul that had expanded to the extreme was quickly dissipating.

"His ha~"

Tristin looked into Paul's eyes, which were red and showed no trace of humanity.

Just like a hundred-man slayer in ancient battlefields, blinded by blood, he became a beast that only knew how to kill.

All the surrounding bodyguards pounced on him, and Ilumi just looked at Paul as he started killing without restraint.

Paul was extremely strong and fearless of pain. Even if a bodyguard shot him with a gun, he had no reaction at all.

In one minute, Paul, who had lost his mind, killed everyone in the room except for Ilumi and the two gangsters huddled in the corner.

"Roar!"

Paul, whose eyes were red, turned his head and roared like a wild beast at Ilumi who was standing behind the office chair.

"Woooooooo..."

Paul's two gangster companions huddled in the corner, shivering, and were so frightened by this killing feast that they burst into tears.

Paul roared again and rushed towards Ilumi, his blood-stained claws attacking him.

"Whoosh!"

A flash of white light flashed, and both arms were broken at the roots. Paul's forward body lost his balance and hit the desk with a "bang".

"hiss……"

Paul, who had lost his arm, was unaware of the pain. He raised his head again and roared at Ilumi.

"Shut up!"

Yilumi frowned and put his left hand on the top of his head. There was a "bang" sound and he pressed it on the desk. The hard solid wood desk was knocked out of a circular crater.

"Gulu..."

The two gangsters looked at Ilumi who looked like a bodyguard and swallowed their saliva.

They didn't understand why such a powerful person didn't take action just now.

"It's weird, all the emotions of greed have disappeared."

Ilumi stared at the smoke lingering around Paul. The greedy smoke that had originally expanded to form a huge skull now had no trace left.

Only the purest malice and killing are left, like wild beasts.

Paul's body was still struggling wildly under Ilumi's suppression, and his desk was constantly shaking due to his struggling movements.

"Take it off."

Ilumi grabbed the opponent's head, lifted it up, grabbed the edge of Paul's mask on his cheek with his right hand, stared hard, and pulled hard.

"Whoosh!"

There was no resistance as expected, as if the mask was just attached, it was taken off very easily.

The palm of Ilumi's left hand holding Paul's head spread out, and with a "bang", Paul fell to the ground.

"Uh uh..."

After the mask was taken off, Paul seemed to have regained some consciousness and made a weak sound in his throat, as if he wanted to say something.

"Paul... Paul."

Seeing that he seemed to have regained some sense, the two gangsters crept over to him, looked at his opening and closing mouth, and leaned closer, trying to hear his words clearly.

"Little, be careful with that...golden...noodle..."

Before he finished speaking, Paul's eyes bulged, his expression froze, his head tilted, and his pupils gradually lost their luster.

His two gangster companions looked at each other, and each saw an emotion called fear in each other's eyes. They stiffly twisted their necks and looked up at Ilumi, who was carefully studying the mask.

"I...can we leave?"

One of them suppressed his uneasiness and asked in a trembling voice.

Ilumi didn't speak, but turned around slowly, holding the mask in his hand and walking towards the two of them.

"Please do me a favor."

Ilumi stood in front of the two of them, handed the mask to them, and said in a deep voice.

"Put it on."

The two gangsters who had just breathed a sigh of relief suddenly had their faces stiffened and the corners of their mouths twitched.

"Brother, we can't wear this mask."

"Yes, it is very evil. It is because of it that Paul became like this."

The two gangsters raised their hands and shook their heads, shaking their heads and refusing.

"I know, that's why I gave it to you."

Ilumi's tone was calm, and the two gangsters were shocked when they heard this. In their unbelievable eyes, a white light flashed across Ilumi's body from bottom to top.

"You guys won't refuse."

The appearance of Yilumi's bodyguard suddenly changed into that of the news host who met them two months ago.

The two gangsters were so frightened that they couldn't speak. A smell came from under them. Ilumi's eyes moved and their crotches were already soaked.

"Don't worry, I'll help you."

In the desperate eyes of the two gangsters, Ilumi held down the head of one of the gangsters and forced the mask on his face.

After helping him put on the mask, Yilumi grabbed his head and twisted it, looking at the junction between his cheek and the edge of the mask. He saw that the mask seemed to be fused with his skin, and he pulled hard.

"Can't pull it off."

Yilumi pulled the golden mask on the gangster's face hard, but found that the mask seemed to have grown on his face. No matter what angle he used, he couldn't pull it off.

"Um?"

Suddenly, Ilumi frowned, and the masked gangster's body stopped shaking. The thick fear lingering on him quickly dissipated, and was replaced by an extremely weak blue smoke.

"Greed is growing."

This wisp of blue smoke represents greed, and it is still growing. During the time that Ilumi was observing, it has grown from a strand of silk to the size of a piece of wool.

And it is still growing, and it is growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Snapped!"

The masked gangster suddenly held his wrist. He was no longer shaking. The right arm holding Ilumi's wrist suddenly exerted force, as if to crush his bones.

Yilumi's eyes went blank, his right hand turned into a blade, and with two "puff" sounds, he cut off both of his arms.

Blood spurted out and sprayed on the face of the gangster next to him, and the smell of urine appeared again.

"I want to see if it really can't be pulled off."

Ilumi pressed down the gangster's still struggling body without his arms, stepped on his shoulders, and clasped the edges of the mask on both sides of his cheeks with both hands.

"Get...down!"

Yilumi's eyes narrowed and he suddenly exerted his strength.

"Tear~"

In an instant, there was a sound like a piece of cloth being torn apart, and Ilumi ripped off the gangster's face along with the bloody mask.

"Ahhhh...!!!"

The remaining gangster saw his companion's face being torn off alive, and suffered a psychological breakdown. He screamed in fright and fainted.

"I ripped off my face right away."

Ilumi looked at the golden mask with his face stained in his hand, and he finally understood the weirdness of this mask.

He picked up the cigar box on the ground, put the mask inside, stood up slowly, and turned his right leg into a blade, swiping across the neck of the fainted gangster.
Chapter completed!