Fantasy and Reality

Click!

At the transmission of the detonation command, Weimeng's body immediately burst with crimson light, then exploded with a thunderous boom, utterly reduced to a vast cloud of blood-red mist before Gomodole's eyes.

Thus, after nearly half an hour of pursuit and flight, Rat Master Hunter ultimately fell, unfortunate and defeated, into the hands of this pack of seasoned, practiced murder maniacs.

Watching Weimeng's granular remains burst apart across the sky, Gomodole could not help but throw back his head and laugh wildly.

"HAHAHAHAHA!"

"Hey, Lü Zhi, Feilusa, did you two see that?"

"That desperate look on that guy's face right before he died!"

"Ah! That felt good! Fucking amazing!"

"Even though I didn't get to torture this rat properly, personally blowing him to pieces still feels damn satisfying!"

"So, where should we go kill more hunters next?"

"I can barely wait any longer!"

"Ehehehehehe------!"

Gomodole's laughter echoed long between the volcano and the heavens.

Yet Lü Zhi and Feilusa gave no response at all to his eager declaration.

Because every scene above was nothing more than Gomodole's delusion in the moments before his death.

Gomodole thought he had snapped his fingers.

Gomodole believed he had successfully sent the detonation signal to the Sweat Fuse that had seeped into Weimeng.

Gomodole was convinced that Weimeng had exploded on the spot into a huge cloud of blood mist.

However, reality was the exact opposite.

Gomodole had not snapped his fingers.

Although Weimeng, his body rendered immobile by Sweat Fuse, appeared to have completely lost all threat.

Gomodole had overlooked one crucial factor.

That was, only Weimeng's main body, invaded by Sweat Fuse, could not move.

The severed hand gripping the gun, which Weimeng had flung away beforehand, was not included.

The instant he had approached Weimeng earlier, Gomodole had assumed that