The intense pain left the skin on Iron Bucket Man's head numb. As he tried to jump back with all his might, the command from his brain succeeded, but his body didn't respond, as if entirely anesthetized.
[You've been eroded by an unknown energy, and you'll be immobilized for 2.3 seconds.]
At that moment, Iron Bucket Man's feelings weren't just about 'what the hell.' This kind of strong control ability didn't even give a chance for judgment. Wasn't it a bit too reckless?
"Body... can't move, what the hell!"
The reason Iron Bucket Man exclaimed 'what the hell' was because a vast, crisscrossed net of blades was slashing towards him, filling his entire vision. One cut was already enough, but as for this net of blades, Iron Bucket Man could only chuckle bitterly; he couldn't even be bothered to use any life-saving abilities.
When Iron Bucket Man's consciousness returned, he was already inside a resting chamber, looking bewildered.
