"Looks like I need to buy some hair dye."
The youth known as "Karl" stroked his hair back, placed his hand on his head, and flashed a rakish smile, "I say, old man—do you have any good stuff there?"
As he spoke, the gray mud beside him was churning uneasily, bubbling and gurgling.
Then, Karl suddenly raised his right hand that had been on his hair.
With his palm facing forward, he casually swung his hand.
The mud surged forward like a living thing, as if it would engulf everything and shred everything to pieces—
Unlike when he was ambushed on the boat.
This time, Benjamin, who had prepared the pre-transformed materials in advance, finally showcased the combat strength of a transformation wizard.
Thick black smoke billowed out from around him.
Like a general commanding his soldiers, he directed the continuously emerging black smoke forward, to meet the oncoming mud.
