"[HOW MAGNIFICENT... THE CHILLS THAT RAN THROUGH MY BODY AS I WATCHED THIS FIGHT! FRIENDS TURNED AGAINST FRIENDS, EAGER TO SLAUGHTER EACH OTHER AT MY COMMAND... HOW EUPHORIC!]"
I knew he was sick in the head... but this...
"[I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING… YES, I'M SICK, AND I LOVE THESE MEANINGLESS BATTLES! AND YOU, LEE GAON, ARE MY GREATEST ENTERTAINMENT IN THIS WORLD. AHHH, HOW I LONG TO SEE YOU TAKE THAT NEXT STEP IN THE FUTURE…]"
What step is he talking about? I didn't like where this was going. I couldn't understand him at all.
"[NOW... OF COURSE, I WILL REVIVE THEM. I'M EAGERLY AWAITING YOUR NEXT BATTLES. AND ONE MORE THING—THERE IS NO REWARD FOR YOU IN THIS FINAL TRIAL. IT WAS ALL FOR MY OWN ENTERTAINMENT... HA... HA... HAHAHA..."]
The creator of this world sounded like a maniac, his laughter echoing in my ears. It felt as if a disgusting bucket of sewer water had been poured over me. He was clearly mocking me and my friends—we were nothing but toys for his entertainment.
