"It's fine. It's normal for it to hurt now. Keep pulling!" Daisy encouraged the two muscular men.
Wolverine and Colossus had no idea whether this was normal, but pulling the enemy out could not be wrong. Without hesitation, they ignored David's howls and dragged Shadow King out bit by bit as if pulling up a radish.
First came the two hands, then more than half of the tattered clothes, followed by that bucket-thick waist being hauled out in a very unphysical manner. After that came the lower body, thighs, knees, and calves.
Huh? Just as victory seemed within reach, a nauseating stench suddenly burst forth. It was like something had rotted in a sealed environment for years before being suddenly opened. The pungent odor shot into the sky. Daisy, with her keen senses, nearly keeled over from the smell. The reality space she had been firmly controlling wavered, and the light and shadows before the five of them changed in an instant.
Colossus was barely affected. Jean stood farther away and merely covered her nose slightly. But Daisy and Wolverine, whose senses were especially sharp, could not take it. The stench was so foul it burned their eyes, leaving both of them badly overwhelmed.
When they recovered, they found that Jean and Colossus had already begun fighting the enemy. David had turned into a child who looked only seven or eight years old and was curled up alone in a corner.
The enemy was the middle-aged cartoon man they had seen before, presumably a character from some comic.
According to Jean's analysis, when David had lived with foster families, the male head of one household had told them bedtime stories. To scare the children into going to sleep, he had deliberately chosen a dark fairy tale.
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