“Is this appearance acceptable to you, Jonathan?” the creature rumbled, its voice echoing with a depth that shook the air.
“N-no… c-can you go back to the old one?”
The devil stared him down. “You failed, Jonathan. You were supposed to kill that Luke.”
As the creature closed in, Jonathan kept retreating. His mind spun in panic, scrambling for any way out, but there wasn’t one.
“I… I tried.”
“Tried?” The creature’s voice was calm, yet simmering with irritation. “After I helped you find a sword infused with disease, gave you a familiar, and even a class mutation.”
It looked at him with contempt. “And still you failed, even with everything handed to you.”
The creature snorted like an enraged bull. “Such a pitiful fool. You were easily subdued by a dying human with barely a sliver of HP. What do you have left, Jonathan? Other than being an even more insignificant worm. That’s your fate now, crawling through the filth of your own rot.”
Jonathan felt like he was peeing his pants.
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