Little White heard the commotion and burst out laughing when she saw him. "You're so clumsy! What did you do to be this stupid? No wonder you don't have any friends! If you want to be my follower, you have to master this Skill! Got it?!"
Little White, who had been feeling bored, now started to have fun playing in the woods.
The boy's expression turned ugly at the taunts. When he was alive, he had been constantly mocked and bullied by many people.
'Now that I'm dead, do I still have to be bullied?'
'Why does she look down on me?'
'Why does she think I can't do it?!'
'Once I master this Skill, I'll kill this woman!'
'We'll see who dares to mock me then!'
He jumped up, grabbed a vine, swung across, and fell with a THUD.
After this happened a few more times, the boy flew into a rage. His human-like face instantly split open into a gaping, bloody maw, and he swallowed the branch whole.
But he spat it out just as quickly.
He couldn't digest that thing.
