And the light-bluehaired, pig-snouted female demon who had just lost her hands started screaming and crying miserably, even ignoring the instructor’s warning glare.

“I’ve already lost my hands, it’s no different from being dead. But I won’t go down without avenging myself,” she muttered to herself and rose, steadily making her way to where the instructor was.

The latter was still trying to make Benard the star trainee, offering him lots of benefits. However, the brunet wasn’t ...