For the tubby one, the most tormenting thing in this world was surely hunger.
Even if he merely heard of someone else being hungry, he would feel an innate sense of compassion, thereby generating a subtle sense of identification... even if the other party was just a bug.
Of course, the sense of identification based on compassion is very fragile - fragile enough to dissipate instantly when the round officer of the Absolution hunting team saw the empty shell of the prey's head.
"Utterly outrageous!"
With silk gloves on both hands, a tweezer in one hand and a knife in the other, the round man faced the empty head of the cow demon. He was so angry that his face turned pale, and his whole body was shuddering: "Isn't the flying centipede supposed to only eat brains? Why did it ruin the demon's eyeballs!"
"This pair of eyeballs constitute over 20% of the score in a match! And now they are destroyed by a bug?!"
