My remaining hand trembled uncontrollably.
The pain was gone and that was the worst part.There was no sign of throbbing nerves, nor any burning flesh.
Just the warm, wet sensation of blood dripping steadily onto the floor.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Noel rested his chin on his palm, watching me like a scientist observing a lab rat adjusting to a new environment.
"See?" Noel said lightly. "You're adapting already. That's good. I appreciate growth."
My thoughts were in complete chaos.
Okay.
He knows.
He knows about developers.
He knows about transmigration.
He cut my hand off like he was slicing a cake.
He healed the pain.
He enjoys this.
This is not a random cliched guy that they had designed to suffer.This was the fucking final boss walking at the front step wearing the face of losses.
Noel snapped his fingers again.
The blood on the floor stopped spreading.
It froze in place.
Literally.
Like time refused to let it move further without his permission.
