Richard approached Damon, who was beginning to show fear.
"W-What exactly are you?" Damon asked, his voice trembling.
A criminal, once thrown into a hopeless situation, would always feel greater fear.
Now, Damon felt as if he were no longer facing a human being.
After all, how could a seven-year-old boy be so sharp, able to read his mind so well, and wield such terrifying power?
He tried to recall if there had ever been a child like this, even without such strength—but in his memory, all the seven-year-olds he had ever seen were still just playing games.
Richard chuckled at his words.
"Do you know how disappointed I am? My first real opponent, a human I thought would give me a fun fight, turns out to be this weak?" he said, making Damon fall silent.
"But fortunately, you didn't explode like your two subordinates. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to take your brain and your eyes."
Damon: "…"
