“....”

“....”

For a moment, silence passed between us. Under the gradually setting sun, I locked eyes with Mongmong.

Crack.

The pressure on my neck seemed to intensify, but there was hesitation in his grip.

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Mongmong asked again, his voice carrying the same strange sensation as before.

My heart tingled slightly at his words.

“Yes. It’s not true.”

I repeated my answer, just as easily as the first time.

It came out without the slightest resistance.

What was this?

Wasn’t this supposed to be like Dragon Speech?

The sensation reminded me of the power Blood Demon had once used on me, but the results were entirely different.

It barely grazed me and didn’t have any significant effect.

“Are you really not lying?”

He asked again, his tone growing more insistent.

What was I supposed to say?

“I said I’m not,” I replied, letting a hint of irritation creep into my voice.

His expression shifted. His eyes held a strange confusion, as if the situation didn’t make sense to him.

He fell silent again.

What’s he going to do now?

The pressure on my neck remained, unrelenting.

Should I just push him off and counterattack?

It was a tough decision.

I glanced at Cheonma.

Her eyes showed a faint determination, as if she were debating whether to step in.

If this kept up, things would go from bad to worse.

Voom.

I tensed my chest, preparing to break free of Mongmong’s grip when—

Srrrk.

The hand around my neck loosened and pulled away.

His beastly arm shrank back, returning to the slender, pale limb it had been before.

Rustle.

The debris from the shattered wall scattered to the ground, and I found my feet back on solid earth.

Rubbing my sore neck, I brushed the dust off my clothes.

“This is strange… why isn’t it true?”

Mongmong muttered, seemingly to himself.

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