Peel off the flesh and skin?
Just hearing those horrifying words made Zheng Qing feel suffocated.
"—So, you peeled off Senior Colmar's skin?"
Edge Type-1's already rough, sharp voice became even more piercing. Reflected by the surrounding altar walls and the dome overhead, it sounded somewhat distorted. "You killed her?!"
"Peeling skin?"
The voice echoing above the stone cavern plaza repeated the phrase in surprise, then corrected him with great precision. "No, no, not peeling skin... More accurately, I peeled away her skin and flesh together, leaving only her bones and organs..."
Zheng Qing, suspended in midair, began struggling violently.
He was not afraid of death.
Nor was he particularly afraid of being captured for experiments—if it were merely like Thomas, politely borrowing a little flesh and blood, he could barely accept it.
But having his flesh stripped away?
Just imagining that scene made him tremble with terror.
"...Mm, you don't need to be so nervous."
The "witch" at the center of the altar glanced at him again. She did not open her mouth; the mechanical voice echoing overhead continued soothing the frightened young wizard. "First of all, you're currently controlling Edge Type-1, so you don't have any flesh for me to peel away."
There was even a hint of regret in its voice!
Zheng Qing thought in panic.
At the same time, he stopped struggling.
It was not because he was really so obedient to Professor Monteria, but simply because hearing the words "Edge Type-1" made Zheng Qing belatedly realize that his actual body was not here—his head had been spinning from the string of blows he had just received, and he had nearly forgotten his identity today. Once he came to his senses, he was overjoyed and immediately began the emergency disengagement procedure. But after his thoughts crashed