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"You clearly know that someone is hunting you. Even if you're the only lucky person here, there's nowhere you can go. You know full well that the chessboard has already become a hunting ground. They intentionally taunt you guys, hunting you down one by one until they find you." Regan glared sharply at Cohen as if he was trying to see through him. "How about we make a deal? I'll find that person and get rid of him. You'll cure me. I won't kill you." There was a look of struggle in Cohen's eyes. "I have warned you, again and again, that he is the God of Death. He is a horrible existence. Have you not seen how many people he has killed? Now that you have captured us all, you are already exposing yourself. He will come at you at any time, and you'll be in great danger." Regan snorted sarcastically, "Do you know what's the difference between me and you guys?" "What?" Cohen blurted. "Because you have always regarded them as hunters and you are their prey. It is natural for hunters to hunt an