After a bit of polite and civilised conversation—
by which I mean a very controlled session of broken fingers and the occasional mana-induced heart palpitation—they spat out everything they knew.
Honestly, I hadn't really done this before. I mean what kind of sane pers would even try this for fun.
Still, it didn't feel as disturbing as I thought.
I mean, I've killed plenty of beasts, monsters, and cursed abominations but humans?
Nah. Never crossed that line. At least not yet.
So when I saw them crying and sobbing, their skin bruising like mine would, their bones snapping just the same…
Yeah, it felt odd.
For a moment.
But I adapted.
Because in this world, there will be more. More humanoids. More blood. More eyes looking at me like I'm the villain in their story.
And if I stay soft… If I hesitate?
That's a one-way ticket back into the arms of my toxic ex—Death, who was probably waiting with her makeup done, heels on, ready to screw me over again.
