"Buzz!"
An invisible engine roared to life.
In front of him, the huge mass of flesh, the employees around him, the dust floating in midair, everything seemed to freeze in place like a paused photograph.
"God damn it, friends taste so good..."
Muttering a complaint in his heart, Colin looked around but saw no other enemies. Without hesitation, he pulled out a Bone Spur and stabbed it toward the gaping maw of the gruesome flesh before him.
The flesh itself was not particularly tough and lacked protective skin, so the Bone Spur easily penetrated it.
At that moment, the ticking sound of a clock's second hand began...
"Aaah!!!"
A sharp scream suddenly pierced the air.
The enormous mass of flesh seemed to undergo some horrifying torture, bouncing and thrashing in pain, emitting an unbearable wail.
Its screams were so piercing that they made the ears of "Son of Sadomasochism" and others tingle with numbness.
