"Please wait in the hallway for a moment, sir." Maro dragged an intact chair into the hallway, wiped it down, then addressed the white-haired boy beside him.
"Good luck~" Su Wu took the seat and began rolling up a tissue.
The bomb really hadn't hurt him at all. After all, even Special Grade Cursed Spirits over in Jujutsu Kaisen could withstand missiles.
His current strength was more than enough to handle these bombs. As for missiles... he hadn't tried taking one yet, so he wasn't sure how powerful they were here.
He wasn't reckless enough to go looking for a missile just to see if he could survive it.
"I'm tired." He stuffed the tissue ball into his nose, then slumped back like a deflating balloon.
He sat in the chair like he had no bones, his body bent into an arch.
Inside the room.
The blonde youth froze everyone's lower bodies in ice.
"You should know that, if the body is preserved properly, it can be sewn back on, right?" he began, giving them all a glimmer of hope.
"But whether you get the chance to leave here alive and find someone to sew them back on depends on how you behave." His face was cold as he spoke.
Half an hour later, Maro stood up and went to the washroom to wash the blood from his hands. He looked up at his reflection in the shattered mirror, only half of which remained.
His emerald-green eyes were dark and gloomy, his expression indifferent and cold. He seemed to radiate a shadowy aura from head to toe.
Before, he'd never imagined he could look so cold, not even in a dream.
This was exactly the kind of person he wanted to become.
But did he look all right with that