"Gah! It smells so disgusting!"
Berkah stuck out his tongue, his eyes focused on the cloud of black smoke hovering above him, the scent emanating from it stinging his nostrils.
"Well... Whatever..."
Berkah didn't really mind the fact that the black smoke had a foul stench, what he really wanted was...
"Clones! I wanna make clones of myself!"
"The Golem too!!"
The weeb, Simon Cavil, could not help but drool at the prospect of making clones and crafting golems.
*SWIRLLLL!!*
The black smoke swirled and prepared to enter Berkah's being.
But...
*UWOOONG!*
"Eh? What the f—*Cough!*"
His entire body began burning up and adopted a bright, crimson hue, glowing brightly like burning coal.
"*Cough!*,*Gah!*"
The familiar red smoke rapidly gushed out of his mouth, nostrils, ears and eyes.
"*BLEGH!*"
