"Damn it. Just my fucking luck," Malachi growled as he hung helpless on the massive gates of IBNIS AL'KABIN.
He had appeared within an underground cultivation chamber of one of the imperial princes.
And true to his name as Monkey King, he had defeated and even eaten the heart of the Abyss Walker after a very straining battle.
He had just decided to take a breather when two young men had attacked.
Despite his best efforts to fight back and save himself, he was ultimately overpowered.
Outmanned and outgunned, he could only be captured.
The two young men hadn't bothered to kill him or torture him, merely handing him over to another man that looked eerily similar to the Abyss Walker he had killed earlier.
It was that man that had turned him into a public spectacle.
"Fucking bastards. I swear, if I ever get my hands on them, they'll regret being born." He ground his teeth so hard they almost cracked.
