Instead of admitting he was in the wrong, Albert did what all overcompensating meatheads do—
He grinned stupidly and doubled down on his barking.
"Yeah, I do! What the fuck are you gonna do about it? Cry to your mama, you little baby?!"
Alan's face twisted in disbelief.
"Was that supposed to be a comeback?"
He mockingly tilted his head, his tone dripping with disgust.
"God, I pity you. To be both stupid and ugly… Life must be hard for you."
OHHHHHH!
That?
That was a burn.
An incineration.
I could practically see the smoke rising off Albert's ego.
And sure enough—
His veins bulged, his expression darkening as he snapped his right hand up.
Mana flared around his wrist, activating his dimensional bracelet.
Fwoosh!
A greatsword materialized in his grip.
But Alan?
Didn't even flinch.
Instead—
