Chapter 147
A man trembled behind the remains of a half-collapsed building, his body quivering with fear as the chaos around him grew more intense by the second. Explosions echoed like thunder, accompanied by the sharp shrieks of beasts and the crumbling of shattered stone. The heat in the air wasn't just from fire—it was from destruction itself.
Anyone who saw this man hiding in terror would have blinked in disbelief. It was none other than Almighty—the great heroic figure who had boasted of his strength not long ago.
"What kind of cursed luck is this…?" he muttered under his breath, his face pale and soaked in sweat.
After his humiliating loss to Jay, Almighty could have fled the city. He should have. But no—he stayed, convinced that if he kept out of fights, he'd be safe. He was wrong. Catastrophically wrong.
