The God's Games

Not everyone observed as carefully as Spicy Flavor Fairy.

They just assumed the demons\' magic had failed and sighed with relief.

The failure of the dark magic attack surprised the demons as well.

They weren\'t very intelligent and couldn\'t understand why their magic didn\'t work, but they realized one thing—they were going to lose.

The demons began to weaken, showing signs of defeat.

The players also noticed the demons\' decline and their spirits rose.

They stopped worrying about dodging and decided to go all out against the remaining demons.

As the number of demons dwindled, Hanjun let out a loud whistle.

Snowball, who was standing on the stone wall, perked up his ears and quickly heard the whistle.

He jumped down from the wall.

This was something Hanjun had arranged with Snowball earlier—whenever Hanjun whistled, Snowball would immediately stop whatever he was doing and head to the back of the demon advance team to capture someone important.

After the last demon was defeated by the players, Snowball dashed back at lightning speed and stopped in front of Hanjun, kicking up a cloud of sand.

When Hanjun took a closer look, he noticed that Snowball\'s mouth was bulging, clearly holding something inside.

Raising an eyebrow, Hanjun understood what Snowball was carrying.

"Spit it out."

Hanjun held out his hand, and Snowball obediently dropped the item into his palm.

A pitch-black object rolled into Hanjun\'s hand, spun around once, and then went still.

Seeing it not moving, Snowball quickly licked it, but the small object remained motionless, as if it were dead, scaring Snowball.

Hanjun chuckled softly and pushed Snowball\'s nose aside, saying gently, "Don\'t worry, Snowball. It\'s just playing dead."

Snowball blinked, his eyes seemingly saying, "Oh, I see."

Hanjun reached out his other hand, and silver threads appeared in the air.

The threads seemed almost alive as they wrapped around the black object.

The threads looked magical, soft, and harmless.

Snowball, curious about the divine power, licked the threads and smacked his lips but found no taste, letting out a small whimper.

Hanjun looked at him, half-amused, "These aren\'t for eating."

With a swift motion of his hand, Hanjun tightened the white threads around the black object, wrapping it so tightly that it formed little rings around the once-round shape.

The black creature let out a painful "squeak" and started kicking its little feet wildly, looking nothing like it had moments ago when it was pretending to be dead.

Hanjun opened his hand to show the creature to Snowball, "See? It\'s not dead after all."

Realizing it couldn\'t play dead anymore, the black creature opened its eyes, only to be met with a flurry of licks from Snowball.

As soon as it saw Snowball\'s wide, toothy mouth, the creature\'s fur stood on end, and it desperately tried to escape.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"

But no matter how hard it tried, it couldn\'t escape from Hanjun\'s hand, especially since it was still wrapped in Hanjun\'s magical threads.