บท 499: A Mysterious Wound On My Back

"Please… Please consider… Please let me go… Please let me leave… I won't stay in this world anymore. I hated your world! I won't stay here or come here ever again!"

That jerk… It was still trying to lure me with any possible means to let it free or accept a deal with it.

Deals were done by two equal power sides. If any side was stronger, it would force his own conditions over the weaker part.

And here I was the one holding the stick and it had to listen and obey.

I didn't even open my mouth or show a reaction on my face. Putting a cold expression over there, I kept watching the big black fog getting pulled in midair towards the portal without pause.

What I noticed, though, was the size of that black fog. It kept decreasing consistently. At first it was so massive, enough to look like a giant island or something.

But now it gave me the impression of being a little hill. It happened at a slow and constant pace, letting me not notice it until it got really smaller than before.