The Meat Block Barry didn't know how long he had been spinning.
His consciousness was blurred, his head muddled like a pot of paste.
As the first wave of Rat Demon Clan warriors to charge into the sky and battle the Gods, he had seen many comrades come and go.
In fact, his Netherworld Mecha had been overloading for a while, its Mechanical Soul completely asleep, leaving the operation entirely to him.
Even though he felt united with the Mecha, fatigue swept over him like a tide.
Spin, keep spinning!
He could clearly sense that as his spiral horns turned, the enemy's barrier was weakening bit by bit.
Though the enemy kept repairing it, the light of victory filled his eyes.
Keep going! Spin more! Spin faster!
Meat Block Barry forced his body to keep moving, unwilling to stop.
In a daze, he saw the flashbacks of his life.
He saw his childhood self, following the clan, drifting and hiding.
Ever since he could remember, hunger had never left him.
