"You overgrown fool, I was killing people when you were still a baby sucking at your mother's teet. Who do you think you are..."
As Gary Smith approached, the seemingly "weak" Limb Demon's flesh started to melt like wax. Countless blood-like threads, similar to maggots, gushed from its body, intending to envelop Gary Smith, and roared:
"I'll drag you down to hell with me if it's the last thing I do!"
Knowing his death was certain, the hatred in his heart had long since reached its peak.
Especially the man in front of him, handsome with powerful Pet Beasts at his side, probably a direct descendant of a big family or a Second Generation Beast Master, born with a golden key, a life of smooth sailing... this filled him with envious rage.
Why does everything good happen to you guys?
