And his gaze...
His gaze reminded me of a ruler's gaze!
Even though he wasn't even looking directly at me, he was.
And yet, immense pressure pressed me to the ground. My whole body spasmed as blood rose in my throat!
I was about to pass out with my organs being twisted around, and I would never wake up again...
But as quickly as it came, the pressure disappeared when my feathered friend also spat blood, writhing on the ground. His muffled squeak caught the ruler's attention.
Hehehe... I let out a muffled laugh, spitting out the rest of the blood in my mouth, momentarily realizing that this was the only blood I had lost in a long time in this condition. Strange, but later... Of course, if there was a later, I would think.
"Hey! You bastard, I think you're smart enough to realize it, right?" I called out to the big guy with difficulty, despite my deliberately provocative tone.
Sure, he was smart enough, but he wasn't very good at hiding his emotions. His gray, dignified but nervous gaze alternated between anger and hesitation between me and the cub.
"You're too indecisive to rule, man," I mocked at his delay. I worried for nothing; intelligence only made him hesitant and indecisive, it seems.
Welcome to the club. That's what it means to have "humanity"...
Look at that bastard! I spasmed again when the son of a bitch lowered his pressure on me again.
"Damn it! Don't you understand yet, you damn cuckold, if I die, he dies too!" I shouted desperately, feeling something break in my throat. He really tried to kill me now, stopping his son's failed squawks.
The pain was something totally new for my friend.
Was he really struggling with so little?
"You still don't believe me?" I asked. Was he really that indecisive? My time is limited!
I don't even know why I'm still alive, but it doesn't matter; I had little time to keep the big guy in check anyway. It wouldn't take long for the cub's metabolism to digest me completely; maybe I still had seven or eight minutes at most, or less.
We'll have to hurry things along...
"I'll show you then," I smiled, making the big guy focus on me. A hint of fear forming in the depths of his gray iris.
I was about to stick my fingers into the cut on my arm, but unexpectedly he stopped me...
Only, he ended up accidentally cutting two of my fingers.
"Idiot..." I couldn't say anything else when I saw two deep cuts splitting the chick's wing!
His horrifying scream of pain made the big guy tremble. Clearly not knowing what to do.
I was even more clueless. Although I was almost completely numb from the pain, now I was losing blood too.
Well, I should have been losing blood for a while now, anyway...
Three minutes was all I had left. That bastard.
"Now you believe me, don't you?" I asked, lightly tapping the big guy's wing.
"If I die, he dies. So what are you waiting for? I only have about three minutes left to live," I smiled, speaking casually, still tapping his wing.
And I have to say, what soft feathers... A pillow. It would make a great pillow.
... Damn it, let's not think about sleeping, okay, brain?
Without even looking at me, the big guy took flight and disappeared. Yeah, he finally got it...
Oh dear. How fucked up am I?
Leg useless? Okay.
Amoeba arm? Okay.
Guts spilling out? Okay.
Blood loss? Okay.
Poisoning? Okay.
Deep cuts? Okay.
Missing fingers? Okay.
Eaten eye? Okay.
Pierced ribs? Okay.
At least my lungs are intact... I think. Maybe a little dissolved by the poison, but okay.
What the fuck, huh? Not to be annoying, but how the fuck am I still alive?
Not that it's not a good thing, but this isn't me.
"It's you, isn't it?"
I asked, looking up at the sky.
[Yes.]
"Got it. Appreciate it."
After that, I stayed quiet, counting the seconds. With about a minute to go, the big guy came back.
He was carrying some shiny stones in his beak...
"Oh, I'm going to cry..."
Why is my luck so shitty? That was condensed mana! That made them evolve so fast, but here I go. Guess I'll patch this body back together with this…