"You are joking right?" Stupified, Felix couldn't help lose his composure and speak to the Jörmungandr in an informal language.
However, instead of getting displeased by his reaction, the Jörmungandr had actually started chuckling in a heartful manner!
This broke his sense of otherworldliness and the overbearing presence that he kept releasing naturally.
"Child, I am afraid not." He shook his head slightly and said with a hint of depression, "If I wanted to be alive, I wouldn't have died in the first place."
Seeing that the Jörmungandr was opening up, breaking the tense atmosphere, Felix stopped worrying about getting killed by one mean gaze.
He created a chair and sat on it before proceeding to ask in doubt, "Why would you wish for death then?"
Not responding, the Jörmungandr simply kept gazing at the ceiling in an absent-manner.
Seconds went by then minutes.
