‘Huh?’

As he continued to kill off the assassins who dared to attack him, Zich noticed something was strange.

‘Their atmosphere changed again.’

A calm atmosphere enveloped the assassins. They looked like monks who knew they were going to die soon and fully accepted their fate. So far, the assassins had never shown signs of being afraid of death, but now they looked as if death was imminent for them. 

‘He must be the reason.’

Zich stared at Clovey who was a few feet away from him. He thought Clovey had gulped down a potion, but Zich had judged wrong.

“Kuaaaaaaa!” Clovey let out a scream. He pierced his own body and squirmed in pain.

“That’s why you don’t eat random food off the ground.”

Zich clicked his tongue in an exaggerated way. However, while he was fighting off the assassins, Zich’s eyes never left Clovey.

Crack!

Clovey’s skin shook like ocean waves; his armor crumpled, and his muscles swelled up to enormous proportions. As his body increased, his lower body also exponentially increased.

“Roaaaar!” Clovey’s screams changed to roars in the middle; his voice no longer sounded human. Now one head taller than his original state, Clovey looked down at Zich. His black eyes indicated that he was no longer sane.

“What!”

“T-that—!”

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