"No! You lunatic, I'll be devoured by Immortality's backlash—don't tell me you won't be devoured by the Void's backlash too?"
"Even if your resistance to the Void is higher than mine, so what? At this rate, you really think you can live through this? You'll die in the Void, and in a way far worse than me!"
The Eighth Apostle's final, hysterical roar rang out.
He truly hadn't expected that just this tiny flicker of greed—marking this guy with Eternal Slavery, turning him into his own dependent—just the birth of that one thought would lead to his own Death.
It was like you're eating hotpot, singing songs, when someone suddenly rushes in with bombs strapped all over their body, eager to play suicide bombing with you.
It was the first time he had seen such a deranged monster, and the problem was, the target this insane monster wanted to blow up was himself!
