Initially, he would still have some trepidation towards the residents of this land. The longer he stayed in the mind swallowing abyss, the greater the chance of crossing paths with one.
But after tasting something so savory, so sweet, so juicy...
He suddenly felt that it would be worth it to stay here for a hundred years, once it meant that his will and soul continuously evolved at this rate.
Even if the indigenous people of this land found him, so what?
How would the rest of them know if those that did find him were unable to spread the word?
Sometimes, slaughter was the most effective option.
'Am I still affected by that serial killer?' Anon mused with a playful grin.
However, unlike Anon, that soul had a fondness for young souls.
Currently, he did not suffer from such fetishes, so it definitely mean that he wasn't affected by that serial killer still, right?
