Whether he uses conventional means to regenerate flesh, constructs an arm by blowing up balloons, or even attaches the driver's arm, it is all futile.
As soon as the arm is reattached, it begins to wither.
"Why can't my left arm regenerate?
Could that man's cuts permanently erase limbs? Wait, did I lose my left arm a long time ago, have I been disabled since birth?"
Joke suddenly fell into a mental block.
Many fragmented images flashed through his brain, including scenes that didn't belong to the Human World, corners he had never visited.
Just then, the vehicle passed by the street near a park.
Suddenly, a person stepped out onto the crosswalk meant for a green light... stepping into the road in heavy work boots, just blocking the path.
A pitch-black weapon steaming in his hand.
One slash!
The car split in two,
The driver's side crashed directly into the shop by the roadside, exploding into flames! The person was swallowed whole by fire.
