The next moment, the tongue suddenly coiled like a serpent.
Lynn immediately set the little one aside, flicked her beast ears, and snapped her head around, gritting her teeth.
"We charge!"
In an instant.
With a furious expression (艹皿艹), Lynn gripped her blade and sprinted at impossible speed alongside the writhing tongue, heading straight for the central cocoon.
"Leave these tentacles to you! As long as I can get to that monster, I have a way to save my friend!"
She roared.
Hearing this, the tongue spiraled around Lynn several times, raising its tip and flicking at the incoming tentacles like a whip.
And then—
The tentacles, each adorned with vertical eyes, lunged at them.
"Attack!"
Lynn bellowed, pointing her blade forward.
Squelch!
In an instant, the long, agile tongue lashed out at one of the tentacles at a speed beyond comprehension.
Slurp—
A loud, wet licking sound echoed through the air.
And before Lynn’s very eyes—
The massive tentacle melted into a pool of thick, foul-smelling blood, dissolving instantly in the saliva’s corrosive stench.
[Ding! "Tastes like crap." Little One’s favorability -1]
[Ding! "Absolutely not licking that." Little One’s favorability -1]
"Nice work!"
Lynn grinned excitedly.
She pulled her hood tighter and pushed forward, accelerating once more.
Every tentacle blocking their path was met with Little One’s disgusted yet deadly licks, dissolving into blood and sludge.
A hundred meters—
Eighty meters—
Thirty meters—
Closer.
Even closer.
"Analyzing Target #3... Colossus Tissue Deficiency... Priority... Highest-level containment..."
"Activating Anti-Corrosion Form... Activating Anti-Curse Form... Initiating Containment..."
BZZT—
At that moment, new tentacles sprouted from the ground, covered in dense, vein-like tissue barriers.
SHNK SHNK SHNK SHNK—
In an instant, they shot past Lynn, coiling tightly around the massive tongue from all directions.
"Little One!" Lynn's heart clenched.
The trapped tongue thrashed violently, secreting thick, acidic mucus that dripped onto the ground, corroding deep grooves into the earth.
But the tentacles holding it were unfazed.
"Screeee—"
A sharp screech rang out from the restrained tongue.
But Lynn had no time to care.
With a savage expression, she charged toward the creature wrapped in countless writhing hands.
One step.
Two steps.
Three—
CRACK CRACK CRACK—
The creature’s endless arms split apart.
A massive, vertical eye slowly emerged from the darkness within.
And at that exact moment—
The instant that unholy eye focused on him—
Lynn, using every ounce of strength, activated all the tendrils on his body.
With a furious roar, he launched himself at the enormous cocoon.
His crimson cloak billowed wildly.
Lynn clenched his teeth and dove from above.
His hand shot forward—
Straight toward the center of that monstrous eye.
"I’M IN!!"
In an instant—
His hand passed effortlessly through the enormous pupil.
Under the effects of the [Bloodfiend Cloak], his phantom form merged into the pulsing cocoon.
Endless writhing flesh surged before him.
Lynn's face twisted into a snarl.
Then—
With his Spectral Vision locked onto his target, he grabbed a mangled, barely intact arm.
He tore the wooden seal off the Flesh Regeneration Elixir with his teeth.
Roaring, he yanked the shattered form of the Blood-Clad Wraith toward him and slammed the entire potion bottle against her chest.
SPLOOSH—
The moment the elixir made contact—
Her ruined body began to regenerate.
A chorus of tortured wails rose as countless spirits converged.
As a Wraith Aggregate, how could she be so easily devoured?!
"Just one more step!"
Lynn gritted his teeth and lunged forward.
[Wraith Threads]!
At that instant, dozens of spectral threads shot out, wrapping tightly around the Blood-Clad Wraith’s body.
The other ends of the threads coiled around the surrounding buildings.
"GO!" Lynn roared.
In a flash—
The Wraith Threads pulled taut, dragging the Blood-Clad Wraith's regenerating yet constantly decaying body out of the cocoon.
The monstrous flesh churned.
The cocoon bulged grotesquely.
A cold, mechanical voice echoed from deep within the entity.
"Target #2: Extraction in progress... Highest priority target shifting... Target #1..."
"Activating Ghost Suppression... Initiating Assimilation Process..."
And at that exact moment—
Lynn, still in spectral form, howled toward the trapped tongue.
"NOW!"
Because in his previous clashes with this monster—
He had found its one and only weakness.
Every time it switched targets—
There was a brief, critical window.
For just an instant, its actions against the previous target would stall—while its commands for the next had yet to fully activate.
And that single moment—
Was the perfect chance to save the Blood-Clad Wraith!
One final Wraith Thread shot toward the distant, bound Little One, wrapping around the tip of its tongue.
In the last fraction of the opening—
Little One yanked back with all its strength.
SHLORP—
The Blood-Clad Wraith's body, still regenerating and decaying, was ripped free from the cocoon in an instant.
And with the tremendous force, Lynn was also flung outward, soaring alongside her.
Hope—
Was within reach.
Lynn's pupils widened.
The swirling black mist outside roared closer.
He reached forward with all his might—
"Ghost Suppression Activated... Assimilation Process Initiated... Highest Priority: Target #1..."
BZZT—
In an instant—
Lynn's flight was halted mid-air.
His pupils shrank.
The Wraith Threads snapped apart as Ghost Suppression took hold.
So close—
Just one second short—
And in that single second, the gap between life and death was drawn.
The Bloodfiend Cloak shattered.
His skin erupted with countless writhing flesh tendrils.
The massive walls of flesh clenched down—
His body twisted, crushed in half.
His consciousness flickered.
No one would mourn him.
No one would grieve for his death.
No one would even witness it.
Was this—
The end?
Was this—
Fate?
Would a life that had just begun end here—
Halfway through the journey?
If so—
Even while being crushed into a mangled mass—
Lynn forced his trembling, twisted fingers into one final gesture.
The middle finger.
"F*** YOU!!"
CRACK—
CRACK—
CRACK—
The Flesh Regeneration Elixirs tucked in his coat shattered under the immense pressure.
The potent liquid rushed through his shredded body.
THIS IS NOT OVER.
If escape was impossible—
Then before dying—
He would take this bastard down with him!
[Ding! Your body has undergone a Level 3 Mutation!]
[WARNING! Overconsumption of Flesh Regeneration Elixirs—Mutation is spiraling out of control!]
[WARNING! WARNING!]
[Ding! Your body has undergone a Level 4 Mutation!]
[Ding! Your body has undergone a Level 6 Mutation!]
[Ding! Your body has undergone a Level 9 Mutation!]
The mutation had become completely uncontrollable.
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In the very next moment, the creature's body swelled abruptly, and countless protrusions erupted across its exposed flesh.
It was as if something inside was struggling violently, desperately trying to break free.
Silhouettes of human faces, outlines of writhing tentacles, continuously emerged and twisted across its grotesque form.
"Warning... Encountered unknown mutation upheaval... Initiating highest-level analytical structure... Activating emergency suppression protocol..."
"Target analysis... Target analyzed successfully... Initiating countermeasures..."
"Warning... Target undergoing abnormal mutation... Analytical data invalid... Initiating secondary analysis..."
"Secondary analysis complete... Initiating counter... Warning... Target has mutated again... Analytical data invalid..."
"Third deconstruction... Data invalid... Fourth deconstruction... Data invalid..."
Countless chaotic voices reverberated from within the creature’s body.
Meanwhile, in the outside world—
The little one, who had just broken free due to the sudden mutation, opened its mouth wide in shock, staring at the grotesque, ever-expanding monstrosity before it.
It had no idea what was happening.
But it could clearly sense that within that monstrous body, countless indescribable entities were frantically proliferating.
And then, it realized something even more terrifying—
All of those chaotic, growing entities carried the scent of that human boy!
Beside it—
The half-shattered, blood-clad wraith that had been dragged out suddenly opened her eyes.
Under the effects of the powerful flesh-regeneration agent, her broken body rapidly mended itself.
"This... This is..."
She barely had time to comprehend the situation before her gaze was drawn to the hideous, writhing creature in the distance.
And in that instant—
She sensed a familiar presence within the monster’s body.
"Could it be...?"
Her face turned deathly pale as she struggled to rise.
"Lynn?!"
"Unable to analyze... Data corruption... Target mutation rate has exceeded core analytical limits..."
"Initiating highest-level devouring command... Activating maximum countermeasures..."
"Wraith countermeasures activated... Furnace mode activated... Biocide mode initiated..."
"Devour... Hunt... Warning... Annihilation..."
The flesh monstrosity let out a piercing shriek.
From its own body, countless arms suddenly extended, violently stabbing back into itself.
【Warning! Mutation is fully out of control due to flesh puppet contamination!】
【Warning! External flesh interference severe! Mutation is spreading!】
【Ding! Your body has undergone a level 9 mutation!】
【Ding! Your body has undergone a level 9 mutation!】
Whoosh!
In that instant—
As the blood-clad wraith and the large, tongue-wielding creature watched in sheer horror—
A gargantuan tentacle, covered in hollow, empty human faces, erupted from the monster's body.
Towering hundreds of meters into the sky, its emergence sent tremors through the entire street.
A deafening roar shook the heavens.
Even the blood-clad wraith, hardened as she was, found herself staggering back in terror.
Because she could see clearly—
Every single face on that horrific tentacle was identical to Lynn’s!
Twisted. Chaotic. Cataclysmic.
And in the very next moment, the mutation escalated once more.
The creature’s massive vertical pupil split apart, torn open from within—
A gaping, grotesque maw emerged in its place, from which an unceasing torrent of thick, crimson fluid gushed forth.
"Waaah—Waaah—"
Horrifying, infantile wails echoed through the air.
From within the viscous, crimson liquid, fetal-like infants struggled free, one after another.
And every single one of them bore Lynn’s face.
【Little one's SAN -50】
【Blood-clad wraith's SAN -40】
Even the battle-hardened blood-clad wraith was paralyzed with horror.
The sheer terror of it seemed to claw at her very soul, a grotesque visual corruption that threatened to consume her mind.
And these were only two of the disasters that had broken free—
She could see it clearly now.
Inside that abomination, countless other horrors were writhing, shrieking, struggling to escape.
"Biocide mode activated... Biocide mode activated... Emergency termination initiated..."
Urgent commands continued to blare from within the flesh monstrosity.
The creature writhed.
One of its arms morphed into a grotesque dragon’s head, covered in bulbous tumors, and unleashed a blazing torrent of dragonfire upon the ground, incinerating the screaming, fetal abominations.
Whoosh—
Terrifying flames surged across the battlefield.
At the same time, its other countless limbs coiled around the tentacle of faces, violently tearing and ripping it apart.
It had devolved into a full-scale, chaotic battle.
"Warning... Third, fourth, and fifth unknown mutation entities are about to emerge... Biocide protocol... Termination..."
Squish—Squish—
The moment that voice rang out,
The monster’s back split open, and several writhing masses of flesh burst forth.
Malformed features fused and twisted upon their surfaces, and the moment they emerged, they began gnawing savagely at the monster’s body.
Overwhelmed, the creature desperately directed countless arms to suppress and combat the new mutations.
The sheer horror of the scene drained all color from the blood-clad wraith’s face.
She swiftly activated her Wraith Sight.
And the moment she saw inside—
Her face contorted in pure terror.
"Lynn!"
In truth, she could no longer discern Lynn’s form at all.
Entangled within the monster’s body was nothing more than a writhing, ever-mutating mass of flesh.
Countless catastrophic mutations were erupting from it like a dam breaking, flooding forth in an unstoppable tide.
A calamity.
An unfathomable, contaminating disaster.
"Warning... Containment failed... Biocide protocol ineffective... Target threat level elevated to Level Zero..."
"Initiating emergency flesh reconstitution... Executing contingency plan..."
The creature’s body began constricting inward, its entire form radiating unbearable heat as it compressed itself in a desperate attempt to purge the mutations within.
【Ding! Host flesh is being fully invaded and consumed! Host life force critically drained!】
【Ding! Your body has undergone a level 9 mutation!】
【Ding! Mutation failed. Severe cellular interference detected. Lifeform structure compromised! Material composition anomalous!】
【Warning! Host body is undergoing an unknown special mutation!】
【Ding! Unclassified mutation detected! Unclassified mutation has developed sentience! Uncontrollable! Uncontrollable!】
And in that very moment—
The blood-clad wraith’s Wraith Sight was abruptly severed.
But in the last instant before it cut out, she saw something.
Something terrifying.
Something monstrous, unspeakable, and beyond comprehension, suddenly emerging from the writhing mass of flesh.
At the same time—
The monster’s entire body swelled violently, thick, viscous blood bursting from every inch of its form.
"Warning... Unidentified special mutation detected... Unable to analyze... Accelerating reconstitution process..."
"Target exhibiting extreme hostility... Target developing intense devouring instinct... Flesh reconstitution restricted..."
"Warning... Target is consuming the system... Wraith countermeasures ineffective... Flesh reconstitution failing... Biocide protocol failing..."
"Target is rapidly growing stronger... System loss at 12%... 21%... 26%... Uncontrollable... Uncontrollable..."
Meanwhile, in the outside world.
Under the pale, trembling gaze of the Blood-Clad Wraith, the grotesque protrusions on the monster's surface began to subside at a visible speed.
But it didn’t seem like suppression.
It was more like something was devouring it from the inside.
“Hee-hee-hee— Hahaha—”
A sudden burst of eerie childlike laughter echoed from within.
The Blood-Clad Wraith's scalp instantly tingled.
Her pupils trembled.
Because that laughter—
It was identical to the twisted laughter she made when she lost her sanity while shifting into her combat form.
At that moment, a terrifying realization struck her.
Something unimaginably catastrophic was being born inside that creature.
And within it—
There were remnants of her own curse and body fragments, the very parts that had been swallowed earlier.
“This… What is this…?”
Splash—
Splash—
In the next instant, she saw it.
The countless arms extending from the monster's body suddenly collapsed inward, as if something inside was yanking them back into the creature itself.
One after another.
In the blink of an eye—
Every single arm was forcefully dragged into its body.
“Hee-hee-hee— Hahaha—”
And then—
The enormous tentacle, covered in Lynn’s faces, was also pulled back into the monster’s body by an unseen force.
Next came the countless leaking, nightmarish embryos—
Crunch— Crunch—
From within the creature, the sickening sounds of chewing and gnawing filled the air.
【Blood-Clad Wraith’s SAN -10】
【Blood-Clad Wraith’s SAN -10】
“Warning… Warning… System failure… Structural integrity at 88% damage…”
“Warning… Core is being devoured… Core is being… devoured…”
“Zzzzt— Warning…!”
The Blood-Clad Wraith shuddered violently.
The sudden cutoff of the system's voice sent an uncontrollable wave of dread through her heart.
And then she saw it—
The light in the monster’s pupils faded rapidly.
Its massive body slumped to the side, as if it had lost all strength.
As if something had completely hollowed it out from the inside.
Click—
A crack split open on its side.
From within, a bloodstained hand weakly dangled out, twitched slightly—
And then fell completely still.
The Blood-Clad Wraith stood frozen in place.
For a moment, her mind went blank, overwhelmed by a sense of utter helplessness.
Then, as she snapped back to reality, her breath hitched sharply.
“That flesh puppet… is dead?”
Meanwhile.
In the Dark World, inside an inverted tower embedded into the ground—
Boom—
A violent explosion suddenly erupted from one of the tower’s lower facilities.
The massive energy wave instantly eradicated all life within the affected sector.
“Warning… Warning… [Flesh Puppet Model-3] has lost connection… Target search in progress… Damage to unit at 98%… Full system link severed…”
Throughout the Inverted Tower, piercing alarms blared incessantly.
Raging fires spread uncontrollably from the control facility, and a horde of personnel, their faces drained of color, desperately fled through the corridors.
“What’s going on?!”
From the deepest part of the tower, a cold and raspy voice rumbled from within a massive, bubbling containment tank.
“Master! Our Model-3 Flesh Puppet, deployed to hunt Bloodsaw and his group, has lost connection! The resulting backlash has destroyed the control base!”
A black-robed figure burst into the grand chamber.
Around the towering containment tank, dozens of demonkin sat at long, imposing tables.
All of them looked gravely shaken.
“You must be joking.”
A towering, multi-meter-tall demonkin stood up, his face twisted in fury.
“The Model-3 Flesh Puppet is our Demonkin Association’s most advanced hunter! Apart from Root-Level and Monarch-Level beings—who else in this Dark World could possibly match it?!”
The surrounding demonkin exchanged dark glances.
They all knew.
The Model-3 Flesh Puppet had already proven its devastating power and hunting capabilities time and again.
In just three days—
Nearly all the traitors of the Demonkin Association who refused to return had been eliminated by its pursuit.
And five days ago, a Model-3 unit had even fought against a Monarch-level powerhouse.
Though it had been defeated, the opponent failed to destroy it completely.
“Bloodsaw?”
The raspy voice in the tank echoed again.
“I know him.
The first-generation Flesh Puppet was originally created under the guidance of his Five-Person Council.
But the current Flesh Puppet technology has long surpassed that era.”**
“He does not have the power to destroy my masterpiece.”
A heavy silence filled the chamber.
The demonkin frowned deeply, their expressions grim.
“Orders.”
The raspy voice sounded once more.
**“Locate the coordinates of the Model-3’s last transmission.
Deploy the Hunter Squadron and Model-3 Unit No. 4 to the site for emergency investigation.
Obtain the most accurate intelligence—at all costs.”**
“Understood!”
The assembled demonkin bowed in unison.
Wandering Spirit Alley.
The street shrouded in black mist.
The Blood-Clad Wraith rushed to the fallen creature, gripping its hollowed-out form.
And when she tore it open—
Even she couldn’t help but gasp.
Her face turned pale.
Because inside—
The entire body had been completely hollowed out.
All that remained was a thin, empty shell.
The flesh walls within were covered in countless gnaw marks.
Clearly—
Something unspeakably horrific had manifested inside that monster not long ago.
And now—
All of that flesh had vanished.
Had it all been eaten?
“Lynn, are you alright?”
She gritted her teeth, shaking her head fiercely to dispel her lingering fear.
Without hesitation, she ripped open the monster’s outer shell, seized the dangling hand, and pulled the figure out.
Splaaash—
A torrent of thick, foul-smelling blood surged out.
Lynn’s body emerged, limp and drenched—
Like a newborn infant, stripped bare, his clothes completely dissolved.
But strangely—
His body was completely unscathed.
Not a single missing part.
It was as if everything that had just happened—
Had nothing to do with him.
And the more normal he appeared,
The more she felt an indescribable sense of unease.
“No time to think! We have to go!”
The Blood-Clad Wraith hoisted him onto her back, gritting her teeth.
Lynn leaned against her shoulder, his eyes closed.
His left hand hung limply, swaying with inertia.
But no one noticed—
A long, serpentine tongue silently extended from his palm,
Licked the bloodstains off the back of his hand—
And retracted swiftly.
Ding! Congratulations! You have completed the mission: Blood Night beyond expectations! You have received: 20,000 Skull Coins, 5000 Base Experience, and a Unique Special Reward: [Function: Flesh Cataclysm].
Ding! Your level has reached 10! The class change quest has been unlocked. Extra experience will be stored temporarily and returned after the class change.
—
After a long while.
Lynn groggily woke up.
He instinctively reached out to rub his eyes, yawned, and mumbled,
"Morning already… time to open the shop…"
But in that instant, memories from last night surged back like a tidal wave.
His eyes snapped open, and he abruptly sat up straight on the bed.
"Where… is this?"
He stared blankly at his surroundings.
It was an elegant bedroom—neatly arranged blankets, a pure white flower sitting on the windowsill, and a massive full-length mirror nearby.
As his memories aligned with the scene before him, he quickly recognized it—this was Blood-Clad Wraith’s room.
"Something’s wrong!"
Frowning, he pressed his fingers against his aching forehead and forcefully tried to clear his thoughts.
Because he clearly remembered being swallowed into that monster’s body yesterday, his entire body twisted into a mass of flesh.
But after that?
Everything turned blurry.
"Why am I here?"
Lynn quickly threw off the blanket, stood up, and walked over to the full-length mirror, scrutinizing the handsome young man reflected within.
"And my body… is completely intact?"
He hesitantly stared at his hands, feeling an overwhelming sense of surrealism.
—
"Lynn, you're awake?!"
In the downstairs living room.
Blood-Clad Wraith, who was busy in the kitchen, was startled to see Lynn coming down wrapped in a bedsheet.
Then, she rushed over in an instant, grabbed him by the collar, pulled him close, and asked urgently:
"How are you feeling?! Anything wrong with your body?!"
Lynn hesitated.
"What time is it now?"
"It's already the next day."
"And that monster?"
—
Ten minutes later.
After listening to Blood-Clad Wraith’s account of what happened after he lost consciousness, Lynn furrowed his brows.
"So you’re saying… when you regained awareness, that monster’s body had already begun growing a large number of aberrant creatures, and then it was torn apart from the inside?"
Blood-Clad Wraith stared at him intently and nodded.
"Yes. Later, after I pulled you out of that thing, you were already in this state."
In his mind, the last system notification flashed—
[Flesh Growth Elixir]!
Yes!
The system's final alert had warned him that his mutation was spiraling out of control.
Clearly, while he was unconscious, rapid mutations occurred within his body.
Could it be… that his own mutated flesh was responsible for devouring that monster from the inside?
Lynn raised an eyebrow.
But if that were the case, then why was he completely fine now?
"Where’s that monster’s corpse?"
Lynn asked.
"It's in the backyard." Blood-Clad Wraith leaned against the table seriously. "After I pulled you out of it yesterday, I went back and brought it here. A creation of such power… I felt like it must be hiding some kind of secret."
Lynn immediately stood up and said,
"Take me to see it."
—
Backyard.
Lynn crouched down and frowned as he examined the twisted, rotting mass of flesh lying in the yard.
At this point, it barely resembled the monster from yesterday—it was now nothing more than a collapsed, warped, and empty husk.
"Bite marks?"
Lynn extended his hand and ran his fingers over the inner walls of the carcass, deep in thought.
Blood-Clad Wraith nodded seriously.
"Yes. That thing was literally eaten from the inside out. And judging by what I saw at the time… the only thing inside it should have been—"
She looked directly at Lynn.
Lynn glanced at her and pondered.
"You’re not suggesting that I ate it, are you?"
Blood-Clad Wraith spoke solemnly.
"I'm not ruling it out. Because your mutations were… extreme. Some of the creatures that emerged from you made even me feel a sense of dread."
Lynn’s gaze deepened.
If that was true, then there was a possibility that he only looked normal now but had already undergone some kind of hidden transformation.
Without hesitation.
He immediately opened his base attribute panel.
—
[Lynn]
[Level]: 10 (Pending Class Change)
[Race]: Human (Mutated)
[Strength]: 22
[Agility]: 23
[Intelligence]: 26
[Constitution]: 51
[Unassigned Stat Points]: 4
[Profile]: A crazed mutation apprentice of Blood Saw’s Apothecary. Capable of skillfully navigating the domain of powerful creatures while maintaining excellent interpersonal relationships. Though inherently a scheming businessman, his unwavering will and battle instincts in times of crisis are still worthy of praise…
—
"…Mutated?"
The system had unexpectedly given him a positive description, which was nice…
But those two words "Human (Mutated)" instantly put him on high alert.
"System! Explain! What part of me has mutated?!"
Lynn urgently asked in his mind.
—
Ding! You have triggered a quest: [Body’s Response]
Quest Reward: 1,000 Skull Coins, 500 Base Experience, 1 Legendary Reward
[Quest Introduction]: Due to excessive use of the [Flesh Growth Elixir] in a unique environment, the host’s body has fused with the flesh golem’s tissue, leading to malignant mutations.
[Quest Objective]: Within half a day, discover the mutations in your body and find a way to control them.
[Quest Failure]: The mutation will completely take over the host. The process is irreversible.
—
Lynn: "!!!"
I asked where I mutated, not for you to dump a quest on me!!
"System! You could just tell me where I mutated!!"
Ding! Please figure it out yourself.
At that moment, thousands of raging, stampeding alpaca filled Lynn’s mind.
He really, really wanted to grab this system, pin it down, and spank it a million times right now.
Ding! Please refrain from making inappropriate threats toward the system. The system has already provided additional assistance. Please investigate on your own.
凸(艹皿艹 )
Here. Take this emoji and figure it out yourself.
(A long stream of obscenity-laden "compliments" has been omitted.)
—
Next moment.
As Blood-Clad Wraith watched in complete confusion—
Lynn suddenly stood up, turned around, and said in an unusually calm tone:
"Apologies, I have some urgent business to take care of. Let’s catch up later!"
And then he bolted out the door.
"…Huh?" Blood-Clad Wraith was utterly bewildered.
But just five seconds later—
Lynn came sprinting back in at full speed.
And right in front of Blood-Clad Wraith’s dumbfounded gaze—
He hoisted up the entire remains of the flesh golem, threw it over his shoulder, and took off running again.
"These useless flesh bits—I’m taking them back to refine into medicine. See you!"
"…Huh???"