Player Reload

Oh, impressive, there’s actually a containment method like this.

Li Cheng’s eyes lit up. The backpack prohibited the storage of living things, and the space devices that could store live beings all had various limitations — either limited capacity or time-consuming access.

Using talisman nails to draw a dragon into the paper was convenient, practical, and stylish. This was also the advantage of being in a state guild — the power system was clear and complete, with dedicated think tanks, logistics, and medical teams coordinating behind the scenes.

He stored away the macaque painting paper, and the talisman nails drew more dragons, methodically storing the bodies of the hyena and the other six players into the paintings one by one.

Everyone here was an unlucky soul dragged into the killing field. Seeing their comrades die like this, it was hard not to feel a pang of sorrow. Bringing their bodies back to the real Earth for burial was still better than dying in the Otherworld.

After tidying up the scene, the group continued to climb upwards, following the residual scent of perfume. Father Andre volunteered to carry the copper lantern, leading the way.

"By the way, Dragon, aside from drawing Gate Gods and weapons, can you draw anything else?"

Li Cheng dismantled the bottles on his body one by one. Sensing the oppressive atmosphere, he picked a topic to lighten the mood. "It’s nothing strange, just Tifa, D.Va, Chun Li, Laura, Lady Dimitrescu, Mary Rose..."

??? This isn’t considered strange?

"Ahem, you can call me by my full name or just ’Draw Dragon’, Mr. Ant. It feels odd to be called Dragon."

With a twitch at the corner of his eye, the Talisman Drawn Dragon pondered for a moment before saying, "How should I put it? My ability is complicated. The objects I depict with my brush lack self-awareness or intelligence, so there’s no soul to speak of. It’s more like an extension of my imagination and subconscious.