A chilling air settled in.

The man looked at Black and spoke.

"Now, choose."

No answer came.

How was he supposed to make a choice in this situation?

Questions rose in his mind, but Black quickly realized the answer.

Woooooooong—!!!

This is…?

Something was seeping in.

From the hand gripping his throat, a force was creeping into his body.

"If you choose to follow me, then do not resist. Accept it."

Woooooong—!!!

"Kh…!?"

What was this energy? He couldn’t tell.

Slowly, it burrowed from the outside into his core.

Like insects gnawing away at flesh, devouring it little by little—

Like a wound festering, refusing to stop rotting.

The pain was relentless.

He felt like vomiting, but even that was beyond him.

"If you refuse, then speak. I will grant you that mercy."

"Kgggghh—!!"@@novelbin@@

He was told to speak, yet his lips could form no words.

All he could manage were strained, choked breaths amid the agony.

How could he reject anything like this?

As he struggled, failing to utter even a single word—

"No answer? That means acceptance, doesn’t it?"

The man smiled, as if he had expected this all along.

Only then did Black realize—

This bastard… from the very start…

He had never been given a choice.

This was never a negotiation.

The path had already been decided—

all he was meant to do was walk it.

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