A man was lying under a wooden plank.

�On the other hand, if you were on the human side, everyone would have liked you.�And he must have saved many people against me.��That�s what it feels like.

�Hmm.�

Natasha frowned in thought.

�What does that matter?�Anyway, I�m going with you.�And I have no intention of joining the other side.�

Havitz said, removing the wooden planks.

�I also enjoy playing with you.�All I�m saying is, you can do whatever you want.�

�I am doing that.�

After the conversation, Havitz looked down at the man lying on the cold floor.

�wake up.�

Like a lie, the man�s body wriggled.

�Sal, please save me.�

Harbitz pulled out the longsword from his waist and immediately thrust it straight into the man�s heart.

�Gagging!�

And looked into the dying man�s eyes.

�Resignation.�regret.�resentment.�

The eyes that seemed to integrate a person�s life into one.

�come.�

At the end of those eyes, an inexplicable feeling flared up for a split second.

�What is it?�

It was as if he was seeing the evaporation of life itself, something never seen in the eyes of a dead corpse.

Natasha asked.

�Why are you obsessed with that?�

�I�m just curious.�I don�t get tired of watching it over and over again.�It�s like an addiction.�That�s why I keep killing.�

Natasha wasn�t particularly interested.

�If you want to kill more, let�s go somewhere else.�I don�t think there are many survivors here.�

�Then go to the village���

Where Havitz�s finger pointed, instead of the village, there were people�s figures.

When Natasha turned her head, more than 100 people were already surrounding her.

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