"The Skin Factory, currently in a state of reform, is also under strict surveillance, isn't it? The sky has been handed over to that woman and her subordinates of blood citizens, while the ground is the responsibility of this Skin Bag Apostle to oversee.
However, the apostle seems to be in a strange state, his body drenched in blood and his mind becoming paranoid and insane.
Yellow Skin wasn't wrong; the oppressing presence of this apostle is so strong! He could rival Black Wolf Bernard, and the feeling is utterly different. If I cannot break free from the absolute dominion on the level of skin, escape would be impossible from this person's hands, let alone fighting."
First, let's see if communication is possible...
William brought out his best verbal communication, enhancing the language with Madness Brain to ensure the words reached directly into the other's brain.
"Mr. Pim, hello! I come from..."
William had only said a little when he abruptly stopped,
