Captain Mosander's crushed face healed in an instant. To an acrobat, having one's flesh smashed apart was nothing unusual. His regenerative ability ranked among the top five in the circus.
Having his head crushed was nothing worth mentioning. What truly enraged and humiliated him was that he had been "knocked down."
If his fellow circus members found out, he might become a laughingstock. If word spread, Boss might even demote him.
Just as he unleashed his true strength and flattened Nightmare Town's Central Street with one stomp, he felt that something inside the church had not been completely crushed. A force of pure physical strength was stubbornly holding it back.
When he looked more closely, the scene beneath the giant foot left Mosander utterly stunned.
At the center of the church, beside Wrinkled Skin Spacy, who was undergoing "Skin Grafting," stood a pale man with nearly perfect legs. Every muscle on his body was arranged in vertical strips.
Like the bundled columns commonly used in architecture, those vertical muscles jointly supported his body's foundation. With both hands raised above his head, he forcibly held back the crushing giant foot.
That was not all. The man could even spare the attention to speak:
"Mr. Spacy, just continue the Skin Grafting. I'll kill this man."
"Understood."
Wrinkled Skin Spacy displayed absolute trust in his companion. He closed his eyes and focused on the Skin Grafting.
The skin that had already spread out of the church continued to expand in circles along the shattered, ruined streets, invading the Nightmare Space.
Suddenly,
The giant foot Zede was holding above his head began to come apart on its own.
Hiss~ The flesh evaporated. Blood, flesh, and bone dispersed within moments, until only the nerve fibers of the giant foot remained. They all withdrew into Captain