Mysteries: Arcana Wars

"Cough, cough..."

The sharp knife accurately peeled off Sergey's muscles, revealing the artificial organs wrapped inside. The tough tubes squeezed out a terrified sound.

"Ka...Kamax! I'm your partner!"

"Then why did you betray the Manhole Cover Gang?"

"Do you think...what we are doing is right?"

Sergey was tightly controlled by Kames and found it difficult to fight back.

"Look at what we are doing, Kamis! We are selling drugs, we are killing people, we are doing dirty and despicable things without the blessing of God! One day, we will be punished by the sea god Kalvetuwa!

"I can't stand it anymore, Kamis. I can't stand crawling under sin and shadow every day."

The desperate moment of life and death and the repression of these years turned into tears and roars, and Sergey shouted at Camus.

"Don't I deserve to live under the sun with dignity, Kamis!!!"

The roar stopped abruptly, the sharp blade heated up, and Kamasi slashed with the knife, cutting off the metal pipes, flesh and bones together.

"You betrayed the Manhole Cover Gang to the cops, and the rest has nothing to do with me.

"No one is stopping you from pursuing a happy life, but you shouldn't have ruined my manhole cover gang."

Camus turned off the heat and wiped the blood off the weapon. He looked up again, only to find that the strange old man suddenly appeared in front of him again, squatting on the ground, eating a new muffin that came from nowhere, while admiring Sergey's body.

"Look at this technique, it's really awesome.

"Even this little guy is an illegal resident. It will be much easier for you to deal with the body, and you don't have to spend money to hire those hackers to tamper with the citizen system."

The uncle pointed and laughed, making the murder scene look like a tourist attraction.

"But this skill is not the most interesting thing in this matter. The most amazing thing is..."

He suddenly stood up and waved his pointing finger from the severed head all the way to Kames' forehead.

"You are such a weird kid, you just lied."

A nameless anger rose up in Kamais, and he raised his hand to cut the man with a knife, but the man flashed behind Kamais and quickly stuffed Kamais' mouth with a muffin.

"You are not a normal person, Kamis, you are the [abnormal].

"You can't hide this from me. I have sharp eyes. I noticed it when I first saw you.

"The hatred for the traitor, the friendship for your partner, the respect for the seniors, the identification with the gang... In fact, these are just the appearance of your anger today, and they are the disguise and cover-up of your twisted inner reality.

"So, face your own twisted desires, Kamis.

“What you enjoy is not the company and memories these specific people bring you, nor their emotions and benefits over the years.

"You just obsessively enjoy being in a group, planning together, acting together, completing together, and enjoying the feeling of being part of a group...

"As for who these people are, and the bonds and emotions that arise in this process, it doesn't matter to you. It's just a by-product of collective action, no different from impurities produced in chemical changes.

“It’s like a child throwing stones with a group of other children on the river bank. It doesn’t matter what the other children’s names are, where they come from, or where they go, but the fun is generated just like that, and every child can be so immersed in it.

“Even throwing stones itself is not important. It can be replaced by any activity, or even no activity, and the children will be happy together. Because the fun is not in doing something, but in gathering as a group.

"To put it bluntly, Kamis, you little bastard just simply like the feeling of planning something with a bunch of people.

"Whether it's killing people, setting fire to people or blowing up a manure pit is not important to you.

"Your anger towards Sergey is more about him ruining your enjoyment of group activities and the comfort zone you've been lying in."

The boy looked at the uncle in front of him and put down the knife silently.

No matter how reluctant he was, Kamis had to admit that the other party was right.

This uncle, who had only met Kames once, accurately dug out the twisted mentality hidden deep in Kames' heart, and was even more aware of Kames's unusual logical thinking than Kames himself.

I couldn't beat him, I couldn't talk him out of it, and someone took away a cake and a box of sweet iced tea. What else could I do?

Kamas simply put away his weapon, took the cake from his mouth, sat on the steps and started eating.

All thoughts of traitor and revenge disappeared from Kamais' mind at once. He only wanted to make back his money from this hateful man by eating up all the cake in his bag.

The uncle was not annoyed. He simply sat next to Kames and put the bag of cakes in the boy's arms. When the boy was about to protect the food, he took out two and ate them himself.

The two of them had afternoon tea in front of the warm and fresh corpse, and the scene suddenly became absurd.

"So do you feel that..."

After eating the cake, the uncle clapped his hands, then suddenly turned around and looked seriously into Kamis' eyes.

"These things you've been playing are...very low-level fun?"

Kamais immediately became furious and stood up to give Old Deng a good beating, but when he thought that he could not beat this bastard who might even know magic, he sat down, turned his head, ate angrily, and said nothing.

"I mean, do you want to try some... more advanced new fun?"

Kamis turned his head again while chewing something.

“Have you ever thought that the things you have been ignoring are actually more advanced and more playable fun?

“I mean, the emotions and bonds that are hatched between people in a group are themselves a kind of brilliance and essence hatched from the group narrative.”

The boy's eyes gradually brightened, and the corners of the man's mouth curled higher.

"The beauty of it is that this kind of emotion can bring you more fun in yourself, and in others, it can become a way and means of manipulation, thereby using others to create more fun that you have never imagined before!"

The little gangster is easy to control!

"But..." Camus hesitated, "I found that I don't quite understand the factors you mentioned..."

That's right, if you could understand it, you wouldn't be such a beast.

"So now there is an opportunity in front of you, do you want to give it a try?"

The man extended his hand to Kames, inviting him.

"How about joining us and letting me teach you?

“Don’t think that I’m just one person now. I have a super interesting organization behind me, with so many people. It’s awesome!

"We have a lot of people recently, not many have died, and we are fully staffed. If you join us now, you will only gain and not lose. The most you will lose is that there will be no free code names for you.

"But there's no need to rush. When someone gets into trouble and a few die, you'll have a codename to choose from."

"Code name? So uncle, what is your code name?"

"Three of Diamonds. Rather than calling it a code name, I would rather say this is my name."

Camus thought for a while, rubbed his hands on his pants twice, and then held the big hand of the Three of Diamonds.

"Okay, I'll join you and learn from you this... so-called fun between people."

The Three of Diamonds shook excitedly.

"Okay, from now on, I'm your master!

"Quick! Scream so I can hear you!"

Kames pulled his hand back immediately.

"Ugh! So disgusting!!"