"As I have said before, I will give you a chance to survive," Aven said, pausing for a split second.
The Crackoile waited quietly with anticipation. "I am going to survive, I am going to survive," he kept thinking. Gradually, he became so happy. He began to clutch and cling to the hope given by Aven. "The hope of survival, the hope to live. For he had to live, he had to live. This is nothing but the first step on my road to greatness, and surely when I become stronger, I will make sure to wipe this shame away," the Crackoile had these thoughts. On the surface, he showed a bootlicking face, a happy face, but truly he was happy to survive. For he knew that if he truly fought with the current weird human, he wouldn't live to tell the tale. Though he didn't know why this was the case, he also felt like if he managed to kill this weird human of sorts, the reward he would gain would surely outweigh the death he would receive.
