Martin slowly turned his head. He had already noticed "Jason" arriving at the battlefield.
Their eyes met.
Jason held a blade tainted with someone else's aura, maintaining a half-crouched posture as he looked at Martin.
Martin stared back at Jason expressionlessly. The Gear on his right hand continued to spin, slicing through the air with sharp whooshes.
Jason could feel Martin's overwhelming strength. He was not an existence Jason could defeat.
The traces of battle all around them only confirmed it.
He regretted waking up and coming here!
Martin casually tossed the Cenobite head he held in his left hand. Like an anti-aircraft shell, it shot toward Jason.
"Who... am I?" the head murmured.
Jason swung his machete, splitting the powerless Cenobite head in two.
The head cracked open.
A mouthpart resembling a horsehair worm suddenly extended from behind it, stretching over twenty meters as it lunged at Jason.
Blade light flashed, accompanied by sharp clatters.
But it was useless. The worm-like mouthpart was like tough rawhide, yet possessed incredible sharpness and hardness.
It coiled around the blade, then followed it up to wrap around Jason's body.
Martin abruptly clenched his left hand in the distance. The extended mouthpart contracted, slicing Jason's body, machete, and mask into cubes.
They fell into a pile all at once, like Lego bricks.
After dealing with Jason, Martin extended his sensory organs outward. He sensed an aura related to the cursed item in the basement, underground a li away. It had approached halfway before withdrawing.
It fell silent once more.
That should have been the owner of the Human Skull Whistle.
"We're safe for now."
Martin's palm returned to its human form. He wiped the blood from it on his clothes, then walked over to the four of them and spoke softly.
"But there'll