Hi, Samoyed

Fantasy Right Hand was on Earth, which meant all humanity had to pay imagination. As for the punishment for buying on credit, it was far too severe. Lan Mu did not believe George would bear the torment of his soul all by himself.

For it to appear on Earth so early, and not be in CANC's hands, meant its user had already begun consuming humanity's imagination.

"You... you're fast!" George froze as his prosthetic limb was grabbed.

A prosthetic limb naturally could not feel pain, so he had no idea how strong Lan Mu was at that moment. If Fantasy Right Hand had not been incredibly resilient, it would probably have exploded long ago.

"Hmph!"

George clearly had extensive combat experience. He immediately pulled out a sheet of paper and fed it into his right hand. The hand sank deeply into it and grabbed something.

Scarlet demonic energy erupted from Lan Mu's hand blade as he struck George's shoulder, trying to peel the right hand away from him.

Yet George merely screamed. His shoulder split apart under the corrosive demonic energy from the hand blade, but the right hand remained completely unharmed.

I nearly forgot. Fantasy Right Hand cannot be removed unless its host dies, Lan Mu thought.

Although his first attack had been ineffective, Lan Mu was far too fast. He immediately jabbed a finger into George's forehead and shattered his brain.

Yet George was only dazed for a moment before recovering completely.

Then George took out a wooden staff.

"Get lost!"

George pointed the wooden staff at Lan Mu. With only an angry shout, Lan Mu seemed to be struck by an irresistible force and was sent flying backward.

At the same time, the wooden staff became extremely dim and translucent.

"Hehe, you're pretty strong! No wonder Alfred