Demon Lord's Reincarnation Chapter 1035: Mind Break

As soon as I said that, Jomar looked at like there was a .0001% chance that I'd be joking at this very mont because to give a clearer image of how I stabbed his fucking hand, it wasn't parallel or adjacent to the webbing of his fingers but completely sideways and stuck between his index and ring finger—where his middle finger was definitely out of the picture.

Furthermore, the only way he could pull his hand out of my knife was to pick a finger to further break, then ripping the rest of his hand even more, and hoping it hadn't lost most of its function.

But yeah, the guy might've grown himself a mustache for staring at this long so I gave him a little preview of what's to co by nudging the handle of my knife, burying it a milliter deeper.

"AHHHHH— FUCK! F-FUCK! FUCK! HAA— HAA… HA… F-FUCK! SHIT! W-WHY DO YOU HAVE TO D-DO THIS?!"

I scoffed as I rolled my eyes, "I could say the sa thing to you but if you can't even do this much, we could stop wasting each other's ti and I'll—"

"WAIT! W-WAIT! WAIT! I'LL DO IT! I-I'LL DO IT, ALRIGHT?! J-JUST— F-FUCK!

HAA— F-FOO— HAPFOO~ I-I'M GONNA DO IT! I-I'M—"

Right as he hyped himself up, the maniacal look on his face coupled with desperation was a little admirable, but as he tried to attempt how a knight moves in chess to get himself out of this tricky situation, all he managed to do from all his screaming was make him bleed even more without even completely breaking either of his index or ring finger.

If I were in the sa situation, I'd take a deep breath before using my free hand to violently push or pull my other arm on either side to do everything in one go. I wouldn't even attempt a clean break because, at that point, my hand was completely fucked and the only thing I could do for myself was to put all my energy into my first attempt than tire myself out.

But yeah, it was only good on paper—not if I was actually in that situation—but Jomar was so fucking out of it, his first attempt was trying to make a bigger wound channel from pulling his whole body away opposite and the knife as if he was trying to cut a piece of bread with the fucking handle.

He completely wasted all that energy from screaming while he had this constant debuff of bleeding out—but he suddenly had this mont of brilliance when he discovered the knife I stabbed his hand with had his inch or two of a saw-like edge on the opposite side of the blade, right by the handguard.

Then again, this idea looked so fucking good on paper but in real fucking life, it'd be much, much easier to do my first idea than to saw his fucking hand off by moving his hand only a few centiters up and down because he only had so much clearance.

If he didn't bleed out from this idea of his, I bet he'd pass out first either from the pain or simply from bleeding out.

Though I did give him a little bit of help by pouring water from my canteen, but it was more so that I could have a clearer view—like surgeons would—because there was definitely a lot of blood blocking this particular play.

However, doing that after everything between and Jomar was going on fucked sothing in his head as he never looked more thankful from that little gesture:

"T-Thank you, s-sir! I-I'll never forget this— I-I believe I-I-I can do i-it much better now— I-I won't fail you! S-See?! I-I'm doing it! I-I'M DOING IT! HAHAHAHAHA!!!"

As he was laughing maniacally while moving his hand up and down my blade, I felt a little unnerved to be completely honest, but breaking his mind like this did get him out of this predicant though let's just say he went a little too far.

"S-See, sir?! See! I-I couldn't d-do this w-without you! Y-You saved ! I-I'm finally out! I'M FINALLY OUT!

WAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Jomar never looked so happy as he waved his hand around—which was already missing three fingers—because the motherfucker just went to fucking war and went ahead on sawing half his hand off instead of at least saving his pinky—or even his ring finger by finagling-wiggling the knife at angles.

He didn't have to completely rip the dangling parts of his hand off but he just did so to "appease" , but like Quinn in regards to her ti dominating n, I find it very off-putting or I'd imdiately lose interest when the person I'm trying to have the most difficult ti of his life enjoy it.

So the mont he tried to offer his free hand for a handshake to thank , Jomar saw a brief glint of tal before his head slid off his neck.

I expected a lot more blood spurting out but the blood on the table could probably fill two to three blood bags if we sohow found a way to gather them.

In any case, I wiped my blade and knife off his filth before requesting a team to sohow find so use for his remains but with the amount of alcohol, nicotine, and unprotected sex he was having, the best use we'd have for him was to nourish our soil.

But yeah, at this point, I think that I didn't have to waste any more ti with Bordz because he was up next, and even though I would have loved to release so more of my anger and stress in the form of torturing the ones who wronged , I felt like I should save a bit more of it to the actual perpetrator because he'll have more than a knife through his hand the mont he discovered that today, out of all the tis he could fuck up, he fucked up real bad by choosing this particular mont.