Chapter 435: Sorting Waste (7)
There may be those who didn’t fear death, but none welcomed it. Even Atroc wasn’t the type to be unafraid of death. He had feared death so much that he gave up his humanity and became a cursed lich. He likely never would have imagined that his life close to being infinite could vanish overnight.
His murky voice trembled as it leaked out between his skull, “Nine... nine times?”
Kai responded calmly, “Now it's eight.”
Four spears moved dazzlingly and shattered Atroc’s body. Like having a conversation, the spears tossed his bones back and forth and stole his life away.
“Guh... urk.”
“5.75 seconds.”
Even resurrecting seemed to be a struggle for him now. When Kai took a single step forward, Atroc, who had collapsed on the ground, hastily crawled backward.
“D-don’t come.”
“Why? Are you scared?”
Kai’s amused question took several turns through Atroc’s mind before he barely managed to grasp it.
Scared...? Me?
A genius of the age who lived centuries longer than Patrick who was already dead, afraid of a mere adventurer? Atroc wanted to yell at him to cut the nonsense and draw his sword, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.