The mass of red flesh—there was no other name for it. Their honest feeling was that they didn’t even want to mention it. 

“Is it over? Really?” 

The world message that emerged the moment Baal perished—Toban had been cheering at the thought that it was over, only to break out in a sweat. Not only was the red flesh unharmed by Baal’s disappearance, but the news of the birth of a new Evil God came right after. It was a desperate situation. 

‘How long do I have to face this disgusting bastard?’ 

The red flesh formed a circular shape, but the surface was uneven. It was because it was wearing countless faces like an outer shell. The mouth, noses, and eyes of the dead were tightly embedded in the flesh and wriggled in real time. They seemed to be screaming together. 

Please come and save me. 

They seemed to be shouting to get them out of here. 

Wriggle! 

One of the human faces embedded in the red flesh seemed to protrude slightly. Finally, a human figure was vomited out. Once again, it was the yangban, Garam. He was killed by Mir a short time ago, but he was resurrected again, his body made from the flesh of the red flesh. 

“It is very convenient that I don’t have to fear death.”

Garam smirked and rushed at Mir. Like his own body, he wielded a long sword made of flesh. 

The sword flashed continuously like lightning. Dozens of blows were exchanged and Mir was pushed back a few steps. It was a shocking sight. 

At first, Mir had easily overwhelmed Garam. He...