Kapitel 414: Whack-a-mole [1/2]

A moment later I reappeared at Zone 1121-1. Steam was rising from the ground, cracked like a cracker left to dry. Parts of it were glowing orange, showing how hot it was.

I looked up at the sky, which showed a dimly lit landscape. Aside from that, there was the presence of a 58-foot creature that looked like a bunch of monsters patched together. 

"I am impressed. You are still alive," the being praised contemptuously. 

"Well, I was trying to imitate whack-a-mole," I replied.

"Whack-a-mole?"

"It's a game people play. Basically you..."

"I know what the game is, Reaper. What amazes me is your innate stupidity. I have destroyed almost your entire army along with your lovers and here you are debating semantics. The Reapers of today are truly a disgrace," Andromalius lamented.

"But you are wrong. You've done nothing."

"What in the world are you babbling about now?"