After my strength increases some more, allowing me to twist a steel pipe and turn it into a fried dough twist, I will look for that guy again and take my revenge! the blackmailer thought to himself.
Fortune and misfortune came in cycles, and with that magical ring in his hand, he would keep becoming stronger and stronger. As such, he would surely have the strength to trample that kid underneath his feet the next time they met!
At this time, on one of the roofs adjacent to the small alley, a figure revealed a satisfied smile on its face after seeing that the blackmailer had put the ring on. That illusory voice from before belonged to this person.
