The scythe glimmers under the moonlight and the faint glow of the streetlamps, ready to swing at the neck of that arrogant bastard, when…
—CLANG!
Something slips between the blade and the man's neck, blocking my strike.
A sword of white flames, yet solid—the weapon of a Monster Reaper.
That Monster Reaper.
The one from that night.
That masked bitch…
How the hell did she find me again?! And right when I was about to crush these insects!
There's no other explanation—she's been tailing me day and night, just waiting for a single misstep so she can kill me!
But this time won't be like last time! I'm stronger now… I'll be the one to kill her!
I raise my scythe again—this time aimed straight at the Monster Reaper...
—SBAM!
Shit!
That whore moves first, slamming a kick straight into my stomach and smashing me against the alley wall.
Damn it, I felt my bones crack, my organs twist—what kind of inhuman strength is that?!
