Bab 218: Too Evil

"That was fun," I chuckled to myself, relishing the sight of Dong's nightmarish condition. 

I extended my hand, picking up one of his eyeballs from the bloodied floor. In this dream world, even in his mangled state, he could still see me, and I enjoyed every moment of his torment. 

I look down at him, my old round fat face bearing a wicked smile, a silent reminder of how the tables had turned.

In his state of shock, Dong couldn't help but feel utterly confused of what was happening to him. After all, my actions were so brilliantly unpredictable that even a genius couldn't fathom them. For someone as dumb as him, it was a bewildering experience. 

The people who smacked him with the shovel believed they had dealt a fatal blow to him with their vicious attack. 

The blows were certainly severe enough to kill him, but right before he could succumb to his injuries, I use my suggestion abilities to manipulate their perception.