The blackie dude walked closer, and I noticed a long and thick black cigarette come out of somewhere. It smoothly rose up in the air and went inside a hole located in his face.
He then started to smoke it like a pro, the way Rosalind does, just without using his hands.
"You want one?" He noticed me staring at his mouth.
"Uh yeah, sure."
Another cigarette came out of somewhere and flew to me.
I instinctively tried to hold it, but remembered that I couldn't move.
"So whose side have you decided to join?" Blackieman asked me.
I decided to call him Blackieman simply because he looked strong like Chocoman, and his presence was also mysterious.
"Uh…whoever is prettier?"
I tried to move my body with force, and to my surprise, I actually managed to move.
[Death has recognized Demon King Adam's authority]
