Because.
He really couldn't take it anymore!
After eating so many strange things in the evening and wanting to digest them properly, he suddenly went and poured so many strange agricultural chemicals inside!
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If it had only been a little bit, it wouldn't have been that big a deal; he could have just endured it and it would have passed.
However...
He was pouring it in massive doses with the intent to kill!
If he really died, that would be one thing, but this guy stubbornly kept him right at that tipping point, repeatedly jumping back and forth between dying and not dying!
This was bullying!
This was way too much bullying!
Left Hand desperately hugged a pillar with all its might (〃＞皿＜), refusing to let go no matter how hard that body behind it crawled forward.
And Lynn, whose nerves were completely numbed by the chemicals (((;꒪ꈊ꒪;))), still crawled forward sluggishly.
Such massive willpower stubbornly executed the will he had formed before blacking out, even after losing consciousness.
"Let... let go... medicine... medicine..." Lynn muttered unconsciously, bubbling white foam.
"Don't let go! No medicine!!"
Left Hand screamed.
For a moment.
Both sides began a long, white-hot stalemate.
At this time, letting go meant certain doom!
So, after being locked in this stubborn stalemate for over ten minutes.
Small whirlspins finally swirled in Lynn's eyes as he reached a trembling hand toward that bottle of agricultural chemicals, and finally, just two centimeters away, he slumped onto the ground.
(ヾﾉ꒪ཫ꒪)--
A large amount of white foam bubbled from his mouth, and a wisp of blue smoke drifted up from the top of his head.
Unfulfilled desires, lingering regrets...
Just the last two centimeters away...
A desolate death.
Lynn finally drugged himself into twitching with an O(x﹏x)o expression.
"Blech--"
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