Not Quite Satisfying

"Looks like your judgment was wrong." Tang Luo looked at Isaac.

"Impossible!"

Isaac's skull flew over to the hero's corpse and circled it a few times. Then, without warning, he opened his mouth and bit toward the Hero's Sword.

Just as his jaws were about to close, the Hero's Sword trembled slightly and emitted a blinding light.

The light on the Hero's Sword flowed like water, converging into the hero's body.

The hero's lowered head suddenly snapped up, and the wound in his chest healed instantly.

"...Ha! So that's how you're playing it. A sword spirit!" Isaac let out a cackling laugh that sounded especially chilling.

The person who had turned this world into his own backyard had not, as Isaac claimed, become the hero. Instead, he had been hiding within the Hero's Sword.

Only when Isaac moved against the Hero's Sword did he truly "surface."

The raised-headed hero looked no different, but his bearing instantly became proud and aloof, carrying the air of someone looking down upon all living beings and regarding the world with disdain.

That feeling vanished in an instant, and the hero, Fastken, appeared no different from before.

Only, there was now a faint smile at the corner of his lips, as though everything were under his control.

"You really do have some twisted tastes." Isaac floated beside the hero, showing none of the "let's attack together, kill him, and drive him out of this world" attitude he had agreed on with Tang Luo earlier.

On the contrary, Isaac's tone was quite familiar, as though he were speaking to an old rival.

Tang Luo did not show any shocked expression of "You actually went back on your word," either.

He had not believed a single word Isaac said about cooperation or plans, nor had he taken