A blade went through my left cheek as I stood stunned at how its edge continued to chop my head off swiftly.
The blade was sliding nicely and beautifully, that I don't even have the time to feel anything but slight cold at the chopped part.
I can also see the imparted part of the body slowly spurting blood that comes out of the chopped part from the 3rd point of view, as my head was thrown off my body.
For some time, I didn't even feel any pain at that time, and calmly look at the sight of my body slowly dropping to the ground and stared fixedly at the man that is continuously walking through the crowd and do the same thing.
This is a war after all, as a powerhouse that man sees someone like me no more than weeds.
We might look the same to him, for an earthling like me that brought here without consent. All I do is, of course, lazing around.
As we earthling don't feel any attachment towards the world, we sent to, no we are the one pick the world we're.