But he did not die.
He was merely overwhelmed by an endless hate. Soon after, Raphinha heard gasps of horror. Those were the cries of terrified people.
"They are scared?"
"What are they afraid of?"
The endless hatred surged, and the foul-smelling Raphinha saw his own body start to grow many sharp spikes.
The material of those spikes had a metallic sheen, and he could even see his monstrous reflection in them.
"So... I've become like this?"
"I am a monster now..."
Raphinha's eyes had turned completely pitch-black. He looked at the fleeing people and quickly spotted those who had hurt him earlier: Matthew and his men.
At this moment, Raphinha's rational thoughts began to fade away.
He had only one thought left, kill!
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The fourth level of the Bunker.
This is the pseudo-upper class.
Many young children believe that once they reach the fourth level, they can escape the stench of the lower levels, not knowing that the stench of the soul does not change with layers.
