No one was a match for Delirus, and he became a nightmarish presence in the Wicked Forest.

Upon hearing his words, the group was frightened and hastily abandoned their beast cores. To survive, they had no choice but to do so. Although giving up the beast cores meant relinquishing their qualification to participate in the trial, it seemed like a trivial matter compared to staying alive.

"One hundred and seventy-eight..." Delirus smiled. "Not bad." He glanced at his followers, who immediately stepped forward to pick up the cores.

The survivors quickly said, "Now that you've taken the cores, let us go."

Delirus waved, signaling that they could leave. The group nodded and turned to leave. However, just as they were about to turn around, Delirus' gaze turned sharp again. He struck them, prompting agonizing screams as they crumpled to the ground in pain.

"You… How could you…"

Their eyes were filled with disbelief, and the last thing they saw was Delirus' sinister smile before they suc