Crack!
A head tumbled down, rolling on the ground, occasionally leaking fresh blood mixed with black engine oil.
This head had bright, golden hair and deep-set features; one of its eyeballs had been replaced with a mechanical eye, whose inner red light was gradually fading. It was none other than the Mechanical Martial Artist, Ross!
For some reason, this genius had perished, not having been transported out of the Secret Realm!
A shoe was stepping on Ross's head.
Its owner was a pale-faced young man in a school uniform.
At this moment, his eyes were filled with a hint of age beyond his years. He glanced around the environment with a cold smirk, "Poor imitation, humanity will never understand that only my lord can wield the true power of the Imaginary Space. Such a counterfeit Secret Realm is too easy to exploit... and fortunately, the power bestowed by my lord excels at this."
"Bishop, sir!"
