"What's happening? Ms. Tibarn, did you break the match with them?" Damian inquired swiftly. Which two beasts have such strength that their bond can be severed so effortlessly? "They offered me star coins and pleaded with me to end things with them. Therefore, I consented to it," Emma responded nonchalantly, as if she were merely stating she'd drunk a glass of water. She obviously didn't regard the dissolution of a match as anything significant. He clenched his teeth. These individuals are essentially dismantling the entire system, just as bad as Drake. "Ms. Tibarn, how much was the payout?" he managed a smile, suppressing the desire to cough up blood. She paused to think. "One gave me 50 Rank 5 beast cores and five million star coins. The other offered me 150 million star coins.""Damian, if you want to withdraw too, just pay me. I'll terminate our match immediately. I understand you aren't as affluent as they are. Don't worry—you don't have to provide that much. 10 million star coins will suffice," she insisted. It wasn't as if she hadn't offered him a chance. In fact, she was being quite generous. 10 million star coins? He inwardly scoffed. No one can extract a single star coin from me. "Ms. Tibarn, what are you implying? That's truly hurtful. How could I ever consider severing my match with you? Even if everyone else abandons you, I will remain by your side." He grasped her hand firmly, speaking with genuine emotion. She smiled with her bright eyes shimmering like starlight—completely enchanting. Damian found himself mesmerized for a brief moment. "Damian, you really don't wish to end the match?" she inquired again.I haven't received a single star coin from her, and there's no way I'll relinquish our bond. He nodded resolutely after regaining his composure. "Ms. Tibarn, I simply couldn't bring myself to." Emma looked at him with confusion. If he doesn't want to end our matches, then what was his intention? She decided to change the topic smoothly after trying to figure out his motives. "You mentioned you were waiting for me. Was there something specific you wanted?" Emma asked. That reminded Damian. He chuckled. "Ms. Tibarn, since the other matches haven't shown up yet, why don't you allow me to take over? I'll reach out and bring them to you quickly." "How am I supposed to hand them over to you? I can't even get in touch with them right now. The system won't permit me to share their names or details with other matches until they are present with me," she clarified.His smile only broadened after hearing her words, and he declared, "That's easy. You just need to create a group chat. Once they're in, I'll manage contacting them one by one." She thought, After all, there are instances where a suitor sends people to eliminate his competitors before they can ever meet their match upon discovering the names of his competitors. Since I haven't encountered those men yet, their deaths don't burden my conscience. However, once I meet those matches face-to-face, the act of eliminating them becomes a different matter. It inflicts pain on me, disturbs my mental resilience, and triggers a backlash. The remaining matches—connected to me through our bond—experience the same instability, causing our powers to unravel until we ultimately collapse and self-destruct. This is the rationale behind the Beastmate System implementing a precaution: All personal details among the suitors remain concealed until a match meets their designated female in person. When Emma considered his proposal, she hesitated to agree immediately. Instead, she scrutinized him with a piercing gaze, questioning his true intentions regarding the other suitors. He met her glance and realized that she had misunderstood. "Ms. Tibarn," he stated earnestly, "I swear to the Beast God—I would never inflict harm upon them. My sole intention is to assist you, to unite them with you sooner so they can provide protection." The Beast God represented the paramount deity among their kind, and making a vow in his name was akin to signing a binding agreement. To break such an oath could lead to severe consequences: A loss of power at minimum; Death at maximum. Damian's willingness to swear indicated that he was indeed being truthful. Emma nodded slightly, activated her lightcore, and began establishing a group chat. The system inquired about creating the group. 'Honorable Ms. Tibarn, have all your matches come and met you in person yet?' Emma chose 'No.' 'System Notice: Since your matches have not met you yet, their personal information will be concealed to secure the safety of both parties.' The chat group was launched after the notice. The others appeared solely under code names except for Drake and the two who had already severed their bonds and been eliminated, their profile images reduced to mere question marks. Match No. 1 was Damian, who was the first to respond. Emma had no clue which of the other six matches was which. 'Match No. 1 (Damian): Hi guys, I'm the first match. Who else is present? Step up and introduce yourselves.'