– Frey Starlight's POV –
"Ah… damn it. From my battered body that had just been mauled by five SS+ class fighters… straight into another one with a hole in the chest…"
It felt as if enduring this kind of physical torment was simply written into my fate.
I know I've become immune to every kind of pain, and that in itself is terrifying. What kind of level is this, where I can move without a care in the world while an enormous hole pierces through my chest?
"I guess my senses have gone completely numb… even switching bodies doesn't change the fact I can endure this much."
I muttered non-stop as I drove Vermithor's blade into my own chest, standing before Smogh, who circled me cautiously, unable to process what was happening.
This was Smogh, the Hollow—an SS-class fighter, yet his true level of strength remained unknown thanks to the absurd abilities granted by his pact with a powerful demon.
