Looking at Alice's miserable and disgusting corpse and the blade that had stopped spinning, Morrison's heart was on the verge of breaking down. It was as if someone was strangling his neck. Whether he lived or died depended on the Death Judge's mood. A sense of powerlessness rose from his entire body. He felt a sense of humiliation, as if he was a chess piece on someone else's chessboard.
Morrison suddenly began to laugh loudly.
"Crazy! This guy has been driven crazy!"
"It's normal for him to break down easily when he's being played with and on the verge of dying at any time."
"His hands have been burnt, his tongue has been cut off, and his lover has died. In the end, he found that all of this could have been easily avoided. If it were me, I would have broken down as well."
"This guy is still laughing? I didn't dare to look at him at first, but now that I'm not watching him die, I'm not leaving!"
