[Cough...! Kuaaaack!] 

The blackened Grid was swept away by the storm of the six fusion sword dance and let out a sharp scream. Due to the help of the red chunk of flesh, his torn body was being repaired in real time. Thanks to this, he could at least let out a scream. 

He didn’t feel thankful at all. It was because this terrible pain was being repeated. He would’ve been happier to die immediately. 

‘It is terrible.’ 

Grid’s heart sank even further. The red chunk of flesh was forcibly holding onto the souls of the dead and wielding the souls to its heart’s content. It used the souls as constant eyes, while producing weapons like the blackened Grid, and ultimately, using it as a tool to produce faith. 

In many ways, it was a villain. Grid wanted to explode it right away and kill it. Putting his personal feelings aside, he felt an obligation to get rid of it. 

‘But...’ 

The situation wasn’t favorable. That was a ‘world.’ It was to the extent where it made the captured souls the inhabitants of the world to produce faith. This meant Grid wasn’t confident about handling it alone. He couldn’t attack recklessly even if he glimpsed some odds of winning. It created weapons like the blackened Grid from its cut off flesh. He didn’t know what type of monsters...