Ming Jun stared at the hideous monster using his body and shivered.

  "It's you guys again. How did you do it?" [Malice] sharpened his gaze as he looked at Ming Jun.

  Ming Jun swallowed another bout of nausea while complaining in his head.

  Speak if you want to—why do you have to spit out blood and pus even with your mouth?

  And why is it still my voice?

  "Do what?" Ming Jun asked.

  "Don't play dumb. How are you standing here when I'm using your body?" [Malice] was annoyed at this happening the second time.

  "Would you believe me if I said I don't know?" Ming Jun scratched the back of his head.

  "I know I look stupid because I'm using your body, but that doesn't mean I actually am." [Malice] sneered.

  Ming Jun was hit by his words and subconsciously retorted,

  "I might look stupid, but I'm not the one whose plan was interrupted by a teenager."

  "And what do you suppose that plan is?" [Malice] chuckled.

  "It's always world destruction with villains like you." Ming Jun rolled his eyes in disdain.

  "So what if you could guess right because of some cartoon you love to watch? You're still a fat, useless idiot abandoned by the world." [Malice] sneered at him.

  "What did you just call anime?" Ming Jun frowned and looked at him seriously.

  "A cartoon with just a bit more plot." [Malice] smiled in delight as he felt his anger.

  "Honestly, I was considering running far away since I'm definitely not some brave protagonist… but leaving you alive would just add to future troubles.

  And most importantly—you just committed a grave sin.

  How dare you speak about anime like that while using that body and that voice!"

  Ming Jun rushed over to him with momentum.

  [Malice] smiled in delight and rushed forward to meet him head-on.

  Ming Jun, who had already tried to use his ability, met that fist head-on with his own.

  His right arm grew bigger while his left arm shrunk rapidly.

  The veins bulged, looking like they were about to break out of his skin as his arm increased twice as much in content.

  Ming Jun had transferred all the muscles in his left arm to his right,

  then padded all the fat in his hand so that it was as big as a basketball.

  Normally, every part of the body is the way it is due to the appropriate distribution of muscles and fat so that the bones don’t break.

  Yet despite Ming Jun obviously going past the limit of the human body in both arms, his bones did not break.

  And the simple reason why was because he condensed the fat in his arm as a cushion to balance the weight and reduce the pressure reaching the bones.

  This ability would be tricky for a normal person,

  but to Ming Jun, removing and adding parts of his body felt as natural as breathing.

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  He could easily calculate the amount of force needed before causing a fracture,

  or the amount in certain places that would be just enough to create the force he needed—just like he was counting the number of snacks he would buy for his bullies.

  But [Malice] was not someone to be outdone.

  Unlike Ming Jun’s careful distribution to maintain functionality and reduce strain, [Malice] just pumped as much fat and muscle as possible into his own right arm.

  Whether his hand broke or not didn’t matter, because he could easily remodel it.

  If you think pain could stop him, sorry to say—but he derived pleasure from it.

  It didn’t matter if it was to other people or himself.

  Two sides of the same coin were connected by fists.

  Ming Jun’s arm, though large, still retained its human aesthetic and looked comical but not scary.

  [Malice] was the opposite—his arm looked hideous and disgusting.

  The force of the punch made them both stumble back.

  But they didn’t fall.

  Instead, they threw another punch.

  This time, Ming Jun stood in place and applied the fat from his belly to both arms.

  He was now very lean and emaciated, with his ribs vaguely outlined—but his fists were not weak.

  Each punch was fueled by extra fat and muscle, plus the natural strength he had developed from being possessed.

  That strength was retained in his body, so his strength was already similar to a berserk version of himself with red eyes.

  Those flurries of punches tore through the air and landed on [Malice].

  He too had bulging fists.

  Both sides exchanged punches without a word.

  They lacked technique—Ming Jun had never been taught, and [Malice] was using his body at the moment.

  The punches were wild, the intention behind each one very simple: cause as much damage as possible.

  So they were mostly punches to the face and stomach.

  Soon, Ming Jun realized that this wasn’t going anywhere—and his opponent was a madman who wasn’t afraid of pain.

  Ming Jun wasn’t.

  So he distanced himself and took in huge amounts of air, his chest heaving but his eyes never leaving [Malice].

  He stood unbothered, with an amused smirk on his face.

  Although he could take advantage of Ming Jun’s weakness, he did not.

  He wanted to enjoy the sight of the human’s weakness in front of him.

  After all, he and his wretched group of friends had been insufferable—foiling his plans once and having the audacity to do it again.

  Just the thought of watching him break in despair filled him with ecstasy.

  "Have you finally agreed to tell me what I want to know, or would you rather we play some more?" he mocked.

  Ming Jun felt it was familiar and realized that bad guys usually loved to go on long speeches about their plans and how much they hated the MC.

  Ming Jun looked at [Malice] weirdly, then sat down.

  He adjusted his position numerous times until he was completely comfortable, then placed one hand on his chin and looked at him.

  His entire expression read: go on, I’m listening.

  "Do you think I’m a joke?" [Malice] choked and glared at him.

  Ming Jun almost blurted out yes but then thought that might make him attack again, so he bit his lip and shook his head.

  He was obviously cautious, as if afraid the other person would be angry.

  [Malice] glared at him and snorted.

  Ming Jun sighed in relief that the guy didn’t blow up—but he also didn’t say another word.

  "That… aren’t you going to continue? Don’t worry, I won’t interrupt." Ming Jun was sincere.

  In his mind, he was urging [Malice] to hurry up while saying encouraging words.

  "You must think of me as a fool. Then I’ll show you just how wrong you are!" [Malice] couldn’t stand such an insufferable person and lunged at him.

  He only wanted to tear Ming Jun apart sooner.

  As for savoring his defeat and despair, well—that would have to wait until he tore him apart limb from limb.

  Ming Jun rolled away and stood up in a hurry as the punch landed on the ground half a foot beside him.

  He looked at [Malice]’s unstable position and threw a punch at his jaw.

  [Malice] got knocked back, and Ming Jun pinned him to the ground, letting out numerous punches to his chest.

  But he was only rewarded with pain as he wailed and rolled back.

  His hands were severely cut, with bone peeking out.

  The skin and muscles were shredded into strips barely hanging from his hands.

  Blood coated them, and the injury looked grim.

  Ming Jun raised both hands, going blind with pain, and almost passed out at the sight.

  "Does it hurt?" [Malice] stepped forward with blood tentacles wriggling around his chest.

  They grew out from cuts formed in [Malice]’s chest.

  "I was just humoring you before by fighting you in this form—looking like you.

  After all, the despair of dying by your own hands must be delicious.

  Especially when you were always so useless at everything—dying by those same useless hands must be terrible.

  You might have lived longer if you just shut up, but you just couldn’t resist running that mouth of yours.

  So why don’t I help you fix that, hmm, Ming Jun?" [Malice] smiled.

  He lifted Ming Jun by the face, gripping his mouth tightly.

  Ming Jun struggled weakly as [Malice] laughed at his hopeless expression.

  "That’s right—fear me, and feel all your hope get buried by—"

  [Malice] was shouting with a mad smile when he suddenly spat out blood.

  His hands weakened, and Ming Jun slipped out of his grip.

  Ming Jun swayed but stood firmly—his hand still gripping the heart that was in [Malice]’s chest.

  He used all his strength to squeeze it, and the beating heart was crushed under his hands.

  [Malice] spat out another large amount of blood.

  His eyes turned ferocious as he plunged his hand into Ming Jun’s chest—it was obvious he wanted to drag him down too.

  "Actually, I made some last-minute changes while you were about to make your speech.

  Did you know, the most important part of the human body is the heart? Damage to it is unfixable.

  So I decided to test your reaction by punching your chest.

  As expected, although you never protected your body before, it didn’t stop you from protecting your heart.

  But that could’ve just been bait—until you confirmed it by saying that you were fighting using a human body as the foundation.

  So I changed my blood by adding stomach acid into it and easily corroded all obstacles to your heart."

  Ming Jun gushed out blood as he spoke, but that didn’t stop him from smiling in victory.

  "So what? I still have your heart and can do this!" [Malice] yanked his hand out of Ming Jun’s chest, wanting to destroy it before his eyes.

  He looked at Ming Jun in triumph, then turned to the object in his palm.

  His face fell as he saw the stomach that lay in his hand.

  [Malice] wanted to try again, but Ming Jun didn’t let him.

  He spat out as much blood mixed with not only stomach acid but other kinds of acid found in the body.

  He even controlled his arteries and veins so that almost all the blood flowed out—with just a little left, just enough to stay awake until the others came.

  [Malice] was coated with acid and melted with a screech, until there was only a mangled mess of skin, bone, and muscle in a mush.

  Yet that mass formed a mouth with no lips.

  "Ming Jun!!" [Malice] screeched.

  "Don’t you know even this simple thing? The only way through a man’s heart is his stomach." Ming Jun chuckled.

  "Never insult anime," Ming Jun said weakly as he swayed.

  "I must’ve looked pretty cool," Ming Jun chuckled as his ravaged body landed in Shae Harris’s arms.

  "You idiot," Shae Harris said, tears streaming down her face.

  The four of them had just arrived.