Got Dropped into a Ghost Story, Still Gotta Work

Chapter 138

From the moment I looked at the mart's floor plan, I had been deliberating.

How much of my body would I need to cut off and place on the grill for this cursed ghost story to recognize it as a "barbecue"?

I considered everything from my wrist to my shoulder.

But the target had been decided from the start.

‘My right arm.’

If I cut off a leg, it would impede my mobility.

If I cut off my left arm, I wouldn’t be able to use my tattoo.

And since I was practically ambidextrous, I could function regardless of which arm remained.@@@@

So the conclusion was clear.

‘Am I developing resistance to it?’

Or was the candle’s protective aura somehow interfering with the Happy Maker’s effects? Maybe it was just my imagination.

The important thing was that I hadn’t gone into shock and could still move.

And then...

Thunk.

With the final strike of the knife, my arm came off.

“...!!”

It was done.

I grabbed my severed right arm with my left and pressed the item I had prepared in advance against the stump.

A Vampiric Knife.

Does the Bronze Agent really escape after three days?The entry time is different.The record doesn’t specify when the agent escaped.

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