Madman

He had first been found in his hiding place by people calling themselves the Qinglin Squad, then personally witnessed the mad actions of a man named Defo.

"..."

Davidson's pupils contracted as he silently stared at Defo's body on the ground, dead beyond any doubt.

Letting a companion shoot him without the slightest psychological burden was not something a normal person would do.

His earlier feeling had not been wrong...

This man was the same kind of person as him.

Around them, the black-robed figures holding torches remained unmoved by Defo's corpse before them.

The black-robed figure who had fired the gun calmly put it away.

At that moment, a dazzling flash of lightning suddenly streaked through the area and vanished in an instant.

When the lightning faded, Defo's corpse, fragments of skull, brain matter, and blood had all disappeared, leaving only a Humanoid Scorch Mark behind.

Then, a black bubble swelled from the ground beside the Humanoid Scorch Mark. It burst, and something like swamp mud wriggled together, forming Defo's shape.

"Kill me."

Defo, who had revived on the spot, had no awareness that he had been shot dead once.

He looked at Davidson, the same inscrutable smile as before still on his face.

"You've already been killed."

At that moment, a low female voice came from behind Defo.

The one who spoke was the black-robed figure who had just shot Defo.

"Ah, was that so..."

An amused smile appeared on Defo's face. He then shook his head regretfully. "What a pity. I didn't feel a thing."

From his "perspective"—

There had been no process of getting shot and then reviving.

So to him, time had remained entirely at the moment he said, "Kill me." He had not experienced becoming a Swamp Man at all.

"Then, the me right