Chapter 189: Not so sweet Home

'H-how?'

The thing in his hand was none other than the Mask of the Mischievous—the same mask the Shapeshifters used to fuck with him and everyone else.

This was the upgraded version, complete with a golden pattern over one eye, looking as out of place as a dick-shaped balloon at a kid's birthday party.

'How the fuck is this in this world?!'

Before he could even begin to wrap his head around the impossibility of it all, he hit the ground—or more accurately, he crash-landed onto the roof of a car with the kind of force that would make a wrecking ball jealous.

The vehicle crumpled like a cheap tin can, and Kaisen wasn't doing much better.

Boom! Crackle!

He rolled off the roof and landed in a heap beside the totaled car. But the real miracle was that he was on solid ground, clutching the Mask in one hand and wincing at what felt like several broken bones. 

"M-my back! My back!"