Looking at Berg as he crawled out of the ruins, his figure swayed. The man with red pupils grinned, "Actually, you might as well just lie there obediently. I'm quick. You won't feel any pain. Why struggle meaninglessly? You can hardly move your feet now, let alone fight."
Berg steadied himself with difficulty, "I won't let you take over this body of mine. Your existence is a huge threat to my friends. I won't allow anyone to threaten them. Moreover, being a chef is a great occupation. Becoming a good chef has been the dream of my lifetime, and I won't let anyone taint that dream!"
"Sounds boring, so… just go to hell!" The man with red pupils suddenly flashed again in front of Berg, and the dark red long sword erupted with a blood-colored glow once more.
With internal organs severely damaged, every move Berg made brought him intense pain. Even standing there required immense effort, let alone swinging a sword to attack.
