“A lowlife? Seriously, A lowlife?”
Roskon Bryte threw his head back and laughed in an uncontrolled way as if things were very funny.
Solum wasn’t afraid.
He wasn’t afraid of how he would be killed within a second, for he knew he was powerless compared to the Egavians in front of him.
Instead, Solum was relieved.
He didn’t care if he died or lived, for his friends didn’t have to waste their Egav on shielding him away to protect him and could focus on attacking their enemies.
It was not as if Solum wanted to die. It’s just he didn’t want to be a weakness of his friends.
Solum wasn’t surprised that Roskon found Solum as a lowlife since people of a certain level of core Egav can find the people who didn’t have Egav as they lacked the warmth of a core or something. He didn’t remember wha
