The words from Cheonma made me frown.
âHow the hell would I know that?â
What kind of conversation was this?
This felt like a complete waste of time.
âWhat the hell am I even doing?â
Her name didnât matter in the slightest.
In my past life, I didnât know Cheonmaâs name either.
She was simply Cheonma.
A devil descended from the heavens, the very source of calamity.
Her name meant nothing to me.
That was enough.
No, it had to be enough.
So,
âDonât make that expression in front of me.â
It was infuriating to see her act as if she were a different person from the Cheonma of my past life.
âThis is pissing me off.â
I twisted my waist.
The condensed energy in my hands felt unusually heavy.
Energy shouldnât have weight, so it must have been the sheer pressure of it.
Would this be enough to kill her?
I wasnât certain.
But I could only act.
âGreed.â
Shiiiingâ!!
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â!â
Greed surged forward, ripping through her barrier.
Once again, Cheonma didnât dodge, and the gap it created was even larger than before.
Thatâs the spot.
I stepped deeply, my foot grinding against the ground.
Rotating my shoulder to adjust my angle, I gripped the Sacred Spear tightly.
â...â
Cheonma glanced at me as if she wanted to say something, but instead, she adjusted her posture.
It didnât look like she intended to run.
âOn the contrary.â
It seemed as though she had resolved not to move.
âDamn it.â
Was she daring me to land my strike?