Episode 69– The Elites Land, and the Mess Levels Up
The problem wasn't the monster's size. It wasn't even the smell coming off its fur like somebody had boiled gym socks in sewage. No, the real headache was the regeneration. The thing healed like it had a subscription plan.
Do-hyun's brain clicked. "Number Two—legs. Take them out. Don't argue."
The clone didn't waste breath. One step, two, and his blade carved straight through the troll's hamstring. There was a meaty snap and the beast bellowed, collapsing to one knee.
Do-hyun didn't even wait. His feet dug in, eyes locked like a gamer hitting a headshot streak. "Pop goes the eyeball," he muttered, and his spear tip punched into one socket, then the other, in quick precision jabs.
The troll roared, blind now, swinging wildly. Number Two swept low again, cutting the other leg's tendon clean. The monster went down hard, face-first into the cracked street, limbs folding in ways that would make a yoga instructor gag.
Then—crying.
