The other party's sudden change of color had already indicated that they had suffered a major loss at the hands of Old Charlie.
As for this, Arthur naturally clapped.
After clapping?
He then pondered on how to...
take down the opponent.
After all, there's enough 'Death'.
'Just wanting to take down 'Death'...'
Arthur pondered.
The scene just now seemed like 'Death' was at a disadvantage, but Arthur didn't believe that 'Death' would truly die — his [Spirituality] told him it wasn't that simple.
So, he needed to intervene.
In his own way.
However, before that—
Arthur's gaze fell on the thread that was medium in thickness.
Holding his breath once more, he leaned close to the medium-thick thread, listening closely.
The next thing, a fragrance wafted over.
It was a rich coconut scent.
He stood by the sea.
He saw the 'God of Potions', the 'God of Alchemy', Hercules, once more.
Unlike before when it was 'blurred'.
This time, Arthur saw very clearly.