Humans-Fascinating, Aren't They?

"Good. This is getting interesting."

After only a brief exchange lasting a few breaths, both of them instantly realized that the other was no ordinary opponent.

----And on the roof of the abandoned building beside them, a figure had appeared at some point, gazing down at the scene with great interest.

An utterly ordinary middle-aged office drone in a suit, wearing a genial smile and holding a cup of classic Lawson Convenience Store milk tea, leisurely sizing up everything below from a height of ten to twenty meters.

Clearly, however, the two fellows still locked in confrontation below had yet to notice that someone was secretly "observing" them.

His gaze swept over them.

Especially the taller and more heavily built one. More precisely, it focused on those "eyeballs" that could no longer be called human—the irises had contracted to pinpoints, while the whites were gradually being stained by a murky, pale golden color.

Based on appearance alone, they looked just like two ancient amber stones that had accumulated within his eye sockets.

Even that deathly pale skin, accompanied by the surging flow of blood, was growing increasingly rough, like rock weathered by wind and frost------

As he inserted the straw into the milk tea, the smile on the man's face grew more pronounced while he observed every detail on display.

It had to be said that when one had clearly brought out one's true strength and still failed to accomplish anything in a surprise attack, while the opponent remained completely at ease, a normal person would generally think of retreating in time.

But perhaps he had been provoked by the battle to some extent. Judging from the big man's stance, he clearly had no intention of stopping.

Especially since earlier, only his skin color and physique had seemed abnormal. Now,