'Level up and down as he wishes… does he want to make an adversary of the shadow god? This is great! An enemy of the shadow god is a frie— No!' Apollo growled, 'This arrogant bastard taunts a genius of the Order of the Phoenix! How dare he?'
"I think the shadow god's puppies all know I have this skill. Hehe, fools!" Bob recalled how hard Eve tried to stop him from using the skill. He clenched his fist angrily, 'I will only make myself faster and faster so I can use it before she thinks to counter.'
"She may still be observing us, Bob. You should stop spamming that thing, whatever it is." Freya warned with her arms folded, watching the white metal-skinned humanoid lay on the ground. After she'd paused for a while, Freya continued, "Now, even Apollo knows it."
