"GAH! COUGH COUGH…"
The 'worker', or rather 'Phantom Pain', violently spat out a mouthful of blackish blood, his body swaying unsteadily.
His body was riddled with a dozen bloody holes, like a sieve, but thanks to the characteristics of the [Suffering] system, he hadn't lost much blood and could still barely stand.
His mind, however, was racing, formulating a countermeasure in an instant.
'I don't know how I ended up inexplicably stumbling into a military Restricted Area, but it's not impossible to escape...'
'No! I *have* to escape! I have to tell my comrades in the Association what I saw!'
'I'll use the [Painful Gaze] now, before the powerhouse from this place arrives. I'll subdue these ordinary Soldiers in front of me and carve out a sliver of hope for my survival!'
Phantom Pain's years of experience in a battle of wits with the Sect allowed him to quickly devise a plan. With his one good eye, he locked onto one of the Crusaders opposite him.
