Perhaps because he had heard an answer he had never expected, Gensei Kihara froze.
He knew the AIM Burst's current form inside out.
A divinity beyond the rules, an ability user only one step away from the will of heaven, a fully realized monster.
Fear, admiration, longing-whatever emotions arose in the face of such an existence were only natural.
To be honest, even delight would not have been strange.
Though he did not understand them, Gensei Kihara knew there were always monsters in this world who grew wildly excited simply because they could fight someone strong.
But he was also certain that the extreme liking Roland spoke of had nothing to do with such emotions.
The emotion in that assessment was like seeing a dish suited to one's tastes brought to the table, or receiving a coveted gift at a birthday party.
It came from another level entirely: the gulf between diner and food.
"Stupid scum! Have you still not understood the difference between us?!"
Roland's unruffled attitude enraged Gensei Kihara. Amid his furious roar, transparent tentacles extended from the AIM Burst like whips, tracing bizarre arcs through the air.
Then the tentacles plunged straight into his body, which had already been twisted into a lump of flesh.
In less than an instant, that rubbish composed of metal and flesh scraps returned to its original form.
His shattered prosthetics and his brain, crushed into bloody pulp, were all restored like a videotape playing backward.
For a Magnetic Field The Strong, as long as either the heart or brain remained, they could reconstruct their body through their power.
Thus, using Cell Reorganization to heal was nothing surprising, but merely repairing wounds or severed limbs was an entirely different challenge from turning a flattened lump of meat back into a complete human