But what's the point?
I'll be transmigrating in just two days.
I won't be around to see what he becomes.
I won't be there to toy with him.
So really, letting him live now would be meaningless.
I slowly lifted my head and met his eyes.
He was already staring at me.
That fire—burning with determination—still lit up his gaze.
I almost laughed.
Time to end this.
I shut my eyes and took a slow, steady breath, clearing my thoughts.
Teleport.
I didn't speak the word. I just thought about it, and the effect began immediately.
A warmth started to spread—first through my chest, then my arms, my legs, my fingertips.
A familiar heat pulsed through me.
Yeah… just like always.
It felt calm, almost soothing. Like sliding into a hot bath after a long, bloody day.
I opened my eyes.
And there he was.
Scar.
Right in front of me—closer than I expected.
"Die!" he shouted.
His blade flashed and lunged forward, aimed right at my stomach.
Time slowed down.
