Seojun glanced at the timer displayed by his system—only a minute had passed since he started covering the camera. He couldn't afford much more time. Grabbing the man by the hair, he yanked his head back and leaned closer.
"If I had more time, I'd like to punish you much longer," .
The beaten man, barely conscious, struggled to speak. "W-Who are you…? Why… are you doing this… to me? Are you a member of—" His words were cut short when Seojun's system interrupted.
[Host, Gideon the Dragonoid is preparing to teleport to your location,]
"Tsk," Seojun clicked his tongue in annoyance. There wasn't time to waste.
He placed his hand on the man's face, and black smoke began to rise from his palm. The man's eyes widened with horror, but no sound escaped his lips. His body trembled violently, and his face contorted with visible pain as his very soul seemed to be ripped from his body, slowly being sucked away.
