What was the worst pain could do? Make a person want to die? Maybe drive them into madness through sheer depression? How about making them want to claw their eyes out?
If he had to answer, then it would be everything and more. Pain pulled out the truest, most desperate face of man, after all, who would willingly submit themselves to something horrific?
Definitely not me…maybe a little.
He had, after all, eaten the fruit more than a dozen times already, and each time Savior would knock him out the moment he ate it, letting the phantasmal fruit work its magic.
Most of the cuts on his body had healed, the massive gash in his shoulder already closed.
It was an effective method, with minimal pain involved, as he would fall unconscious after the effects of the fruit started.
Yet that heartbeat alone is enough to make me question my very existence…how horrid.
