Soul Lock did not control his body. He simply drifted aimlessly through this peculiar space with no distinction between up and down.
He had completely given up by now.
In other words, he had seen reality for what it was and resigned himself to fate.
That young man who called himself the Boss was absolutely an existence on the same level as a god.
And he probably did not even count as an ant.
Not only had the ant's self-destruction been effortlessly neutralized, but even the ant itself had been casually resurrected.
This was utterly unreasonable!
Whenever he had faced prey in the past, Soul Lock had always been the unreasonable one. What he believed in was that the strong reigned supreme.
But now, he had become the weak one.
Was this the so-called cycle of reincarnation?
Soul Lock floated quietly through the weightless space, one thought after another surfacing in his mind.
There was nothing he could do here anyway. All he could do was contemplate life.
He did not know how long this lasted, but Soul Lock suddenly felt that this was not so bad.
In the past, his mind had always been filled with the words of the god. Naturally, his personality had inevitably been affected as well, leaving him irritable and short-tempered.
Among the many members of the church, he had been considered one of the calmer ones.
That alone showed just how insane an organization it was.
After being thrown into this strange space, the god's whispers had vanished, and even his mind had returned to calm.
He could even think rationally.
Soul Lock would not have dared imagine such a thing before.
The only thing he found regrettable was his body. It still retained the form it had taken after receiving the blessing—strange and