They all call me Great Master-Chapter 546 - 543: The Bewitchment of the Spirit Medium!

Arthur's words were heard by a team of 50 recruits composed of fugitives and desperados.

These fugitives and desperados either looked at Arthur with contempt, disdain, or arrogance.

In fact, if it weren't for the shackles they bore and the presence of South Town Cavalry fully armed surrounding them, these fugitives and desperados would definitely have been insolent, with some even not minding spitting on Arthur's face.

However, even so, it angered Little Lisop.

The heir of South Town narrowed his eyes, a deep chill emerging in his gaze.

Arthur was his revered Kind Father.

And these people before him?

A bunch of fugitives and desperados, no better than pigs and dogs.

That such people dared to disrespect the Kind Father!

Instantly, Little Lisop felt the urge to kill.

To Little Lisop, the people before him were dispensable.

As for the Death Warrior project?

In the mines of South Town, there were many more such individuals, and it would only take two or three days to select another batch.

The heir of South Town was about to draw his longsword, but just at that moment, Arthur shook his head with a smile.

The young 'Spirit Medium' gently patted Little Lisop on the shoulder as a reassurance, then turned his gaze back to these special identity Death Warrior reserves.

Compared to the previous contempt, disdain, and arrogance.

At this moment, a trace of fear was clearly visible in the eyes of the fugitives and desperados.

Who isn't afraid of death?

Everyone fears death!

Not to mention these fugitives and desperados.

Even those called 'Heroes,' when facing death, would harbor fear, yet they chose to confront that fear.

Therefore, they became 'Heroes'!

But these fugitives and desperados clearly couldn't do that.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have hidden away in the mines of South Town merely to survive.

But Arthur didn't care.

Or rather...

These were precisely the people Arthur wanted.

The young 'Spirit Medium' spoke again.

"You might be someone's father, or someone's son, and also a husband to a lady, but none of those matter now. Because of a moment of greed or anger, you committed unforgivable mistakes, thus stripping you of your statuses as fathers, sons, and husbands, and bringing shame upon your parents, children, and wives.

I know all this.

Therefore, I am willing to give you a chance.

A chance to stand in the sun again.

Of course, the risk involved is tremendous.

You might die, but I, Arthur Kredos, assure you that your families will be well cared for. Your parents, children, and wives will only be told that you served the Kledos Family for a cause that everyone wished to avoid in the past.

And now?

You have made a choice like a Hero, and naturally, you will be treated as such.

I will take care of your parents, wives, and children.

Your names will be inscribed on the Monarch's Presence Memorial of the Kledos Family.

Everyone will know of your existence and take pride in you.

Your children will see you as role models.

Your parents will stand tall.

Your wives will be celebrated."

Arthur enunciated each word clearly, every single one reaching the ears of the people in front of him.

The voice, mixed with a hint of the 'Sound of Death.Bewitchment' effect, gradually dismantled the mental defenses of the fugitives and desperados who were initially resistant to Arthur.

At first, it was disdain, but later it turned to serious listening.

Especially when they saw Arthur shift from indifference to seriousness, they subconsciously believed that what Arthur said was true and that he truly meant it.

And such authenticity could move people the most.

At this moment, most of the 50 fugitives and desperados showed signs of being moved.

Clearly, they were the 'reluctant' ones among the desperados.

As to whether it was truly reluctant or falsely so?

Does it matter?

Unimportant.

What mattered was that Arthur had given them a way out that allowed them to accept their current situation openly.

What mattered was that Arthur had also given them a brand-new opportunity.

What mattered was that under the "Sound of Death's Bewitchment," they no longer resisted Arthur.

As his gaze swept over the lineup before him, Arthur continued speaking—

"Is death terrifying?

It is terrifying!

But is living like pigs and dogs not terrifying?

I think it's even more terrifying.

So, when an opportunity arises that may lead to death but also might elevate you above others, what should you do?

I will give you 10 minutes to think it over.

After 10 minutes, those willing to take the potions and swear allegiance to me will receive everything I have promised.

Those who choose not to take the potions, I will erase your memories and let you return to the mines.

And those who do survive, will likely come to see you, perhaps to mock, perhaps to bestow charity, but for you with no memories, it will probably be baffling."

This time, Arthur's words incorporated a hint of 'Death Qi'.

The convicts and desperados who were to be persuaded swiftly joined the frenzied celebration of death.

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At the fall of Arthur's words, they immediately stepped forward.

"I want to try!"

"And me!"

"Count me in!"

...

A series of voices cascaded, with most raising their hands in signal.

Already being convicts and desperados, what else did they have to lose?

Life?

Life, of course, was precious.

But that does not mean life cannot be gambled.

They needed to seize this opportunity for their families to hold their heads high again, to carve out a grand future for themselves and their children.

Did you hear that?

Superior beings!

These people's breathing grew rapid, their emotions surged, becoming eager.

However, some were still able to remain calm.

Under the "Sound of Death's Bewitchment," they were not unmoved but managed to restrain themselves.

Arthur's gaze swept over the twelve who still remained calm.

He admired these twelve for their restraint against their own murderous desires and the urge to rush into the revelry of death.

So...

Arthur began to recharge.

Gold coins vanished swiftly, as a lion-shaped tattoo joyously devoured them.

With such consumption, the original progress of the "Monarch's Presence," which was at [1/300], visibly filled up.

The first transformation of a Death Warrior.

Arthur hoped to have a perfect start.

Simply put, Arthur sought perfection.

Bob had said that if the state of those who consumed the potions was good enough, it could enhance the success rate.

A mental state good enough...

That counts too, right?

Even, to some degree, the mind should surpass the body!

When Arthur saw that the "Monarch's Presence" reached [300/300], he did not hesitate to activate it.

The next moment—

Arthur's hair and eyes turned golden.

More importantly, Arthur's demeanor changed, becoming...

Worthy of reverence!