Chapter 92: Potato Night

'Huwaa, that is scary, so scary! Thank goodness I used Anvriel's first form—then again, testing the defensive capability of this divine body is the first version of the plan, but that demonic blast is so unheard of. It could disintegrate my real form into pieces!'

The baffled pseudo-angel wafted forward the lifeless Jaro's physical vessel. She then checked his soul state and saw something remarkable.

As if it didn't want to die, the soul latched onto the body so tight. The physical vessel had already died out, the 'void' within Jaro had also dispersed, but his soul still latched onto his body despite this.

At first, MF only wanted to convert Carla. Jaro appeared as the late hero wannabe so cringy it made MF shiver from the action alone. Although MF did respect him for being prideless to put in an effort towards his life goals.

Not to mention, MF needed to play along just to push Jaro to the limit both physically and mentally.