"I don't have to." Oliver wore a smile as he said it. And he had reason to be confident.
Oliver's careless and disinterested tone perplexed the man.
"Why? We don't fear death." The man stated in confusion.
"I don't care."
"But?"
"Cut the bullshit. I can see through your little play." Oliver was walking through the crowd to the centre.
Suddenly, he paused and grabbed a slender young man who was sitting in the crowd. The man seemed to be in his early twenties. However, his body looked weak.
Before the man could respond. He was dragged towards Oliver and forced to kneel.
Immediately, the other cultist tried to jump in and save the young man. Even the so-called leader tried to. However, Oliver tightened his tentacles around the young man's neck and forced them to move away.
"Does death seem fun to you?" Oliver ignored the leader of the cult and asked the young man kneeling in front of him.
"How did you…" The young man asked in shock.
