"How does it feel when death really is about to come for you, Nathan?"
Nathan tried to move and free himself, but Marco's restraining skill was too strong for him. Cold sweat trickled down his face.
Nathan had completely exhausted all his strength. He had just fought the Dungeon Boss alone, and after that, he even fought with all his might against someone far above his level.
He had nothing left in his tank. At that moment, he could only hang on to the last ace he had.
Marco threw his head back and laughed heartily. The sound of his laughter pierced Nathan's ears, who couldn't even make a single word.
Marco looked back at Zander's carcass lying on the ground. He kicked it lightly, lifted Zander's leg with his stick, and bent it. And then he sat on it.
"There is no other place for me to take some rest. At least I can still use this despicable human carcass as a place to sit." Marco smiled faintly at Nathan.
