The man being escorted was also looking at Anton.
The man had a finely parted hairstyle, delicate glasses, gentle and refined demeanor, a pale complexion, yet his eyes concealed a sort of resentment towards the world.
Anton had seen this face countless times before: in photographs, in videos, and described by Shiyu.
Anton had used every intelligence method, engaged all surveillance resources, yet never once captured his shadow.
Finally, at this moment, he himself came before Anton.
He was the mastermind behind all catastrophes, the Overlord who treated the present world as his playground, and moreover, the last of the Creatures of the Secret Realm lingering in this world.
Now, Anton confirmed, he too was afraid of death.
"You've won," the man nodded slightly, "Anton, you've won."
"―Thank you." Anton closed his eyes in pleasure, then flashed his earpiece, gesturing to him, "Come, let's see what you can offer us to survive, to obtain the nourishment from the AI world."
