Chapter 68 - fear worse than death
"What’s so handsome about them, huh? Is it the fair skin that looks like it’s made of snow? Or is it the wide chins that look like they’re holding a damn flat stone? Maybe it’s the muscular body with those six tiny muscle packs on their stomachs—or eight if they’ve maxed it out. Or is it those sharp fingernails on their hands? Or that smell, the one that seems to attract every woman within a mile?"
Henry’s complaints kept going on and on. He was so caught up in venting his emotions that he didn’t realize his own mana had started to react—stirred by the strong emotional conflict building within him.
"Ugh! That was... painful!"
Suddenly, a sharp pain cut off Henry’s rant. He looked around and found the source of the pain: a beam of light refracting from the shard of glass that had fallen in front of him.
"Damn, it’s... so hot," Nimuk muttered, squinting at the glass. He couldn’t look at it directly anymore—the light reflecting off the shard was almost blinding, and the heat that came with it was unbearable.
Ugh!
It’s getting worse...
Moment by moment, the ray of light intensified, and with it, the heat increased exponentially.
In this miserable situation, Nimuk glanced toward the street—the only part of the world he could still see. A few people were walking past, and some even looked in his direction. But just like before, they ignored him completely.
"Do I look like a fish being grilled? ...Damn it, am I really going to get roasted alive out here?"
Ugh!