Chapter 190

“…Of all the entities to grab, you had to grab her.”

And sure enough… a spectacle entirely reminiscent of a déjà vu unfolded right before our eyes.

Crunch! Thud.

The man collapsed to the ground, his neck cleanly wrung.

“Good grief… again.”

“I didn’t kill him, Orabeoni.”

“Mmm? Oh, it really is true.”

Peering closely, unlike previously, his neck had strictly been rotated by exactly about 120 degrees.

If he were a normal civilian without an inkling of spiritual power, it would be a separate matter, but a trauma of that degree is a reasonably manageable (?) injury for an...