The Stranger had barely opened his eyes when he was greeted with such a shocking scene, and he couldn't help feeling a little weak at the knees.
"...Ah, ah ah..."
His throat made a croaking sound, emitting meaningless noises.
His pupils contracted, and his vision went dark. The Stranger collapsed to the ground—not just from the "flying leg" strike but also because his brain felt empty and dizzy, causing his legs to buckle beneath him.
The Stranger was not afraid of corpses or of the dead.
As a Level Four Calamity Stitcher, even though he had not yet graduated from school, he had already handled and pieced together many corpses. Even when he was not yet articulate, he had learned to suture corpses alongside his sister and father. To him, human corpses were merely materials, no different from clay or building blocks.
