(MC POV)
Well, I could just leave him like this but it wouldn't be much of a punishment if the person himself doesn't feel it.
I snapped my fingers again and altered the Origin for his state of mind, returning him back to sanity.
He blinked then looked around him, trying to make sense of his surroundings.
"I… Died…" He muttered.
"Yes, how did dying feel? Want to try again?"
The fat trash gaped at me, "What… What are you?"
I tapped my chin with a finger, "Hmmm… I doubt you would understand even if I were to tell you who I really am. I guess you can just say that I'm basically a god."
'Ara, ara? Isn't that underselling yourself a little too much, Master?'
Well, I'm not exactly in the mood to give people a history lesson so it's much easier to tell them that.
'Ara? I see, I see~ Perhaps… Oh, don't mind me, Master~'
Hmm… Weird girl.
Where was I? Oh right, the fat trash.
He blinked once, "A… God…?"
