The Electronic Demon looked at the terrifying figure in front of him, who completely shrouded the fluorescent ceiling light. A nameless fear and intense danger enveloped him.
A bizarre sense of identity displacement left him momentarily dazed.
However, he quickly recovered. A blush of embarrassment and anger surged onto his cheeks.
Damn it!
I'm supposed to be the main antagonist, okay?!
Don't steal my scene, you bastard!
The sound of electronic equipment starting up resounded from within the Electronic Demon's burly and fat body, and his massive frame was about to rise from the ground.
However, at that very second, a hand—veins bulging, bones thick, as large as a dark cloud—was already whistling down to strike him.
"CRACKLE—"
Where the hand fell, the air was compressed, creating a series of sharp, explosive cracks. Shallow white ripples of air dispersed in circles from the edge of the palm.
