Seriously, who would've thought of even cooking someone? Geez, I guess I'm literally a cannibal at this point. But you know what? You gotta do what you gotta do. I mean, in this case, I don't really have a choice. If I want to kill this final boss monster, this unfortunately seems to be the only way.
Either way, I can't afford to be picky anyway. Because If I don't win this, I'll never be able to escape this world or this Tower of Self. So yeah, fuck it. If I have to be a cannibal to succeed, then so be it. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to complete this final quest and get out of here.
PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH!
KICK! KICK! KICK!
"Die!!! Die!!! Die!!!" Ragnar shouted again, attacking me relentlessly. It seemed he refused to give up, even though he knew he was about to lose. I couldn't blame him, though—death meant little to him since he could always come back to life and challenge me again. He probably thought there was no harm in going all out and not giving up.
