"Besides, you've already made a deal with the Demon. This is just an extra layer of insurance for you."
"Pardon my bluntness, but even if all of you joined forces, that Demon likely wouldn't even give you the time of day."
"I can reveal a piece of information to you: a professional Demon Hunter has already died in the game."
"So you really don't need to worry too much. In all likelihood, that Demon looks down on you."
Milton's words may have been harsh, but he was speaking the truth.
If Transcendents could kill the Demon, he would've long ago had the envoy forge hundreds of Cards and charged into the game.
Of course, this also served as a backup plan.
The role of these ten guinea pigs was simply to test the envoy's forgery skills.
The envoy's next move was to create real game Cards and expand the number of players.
This was the true path to victory!
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"Heh, Milton, you were right about one thing. That Demon really does look down on us."
