2.37 Battle for the Drink of Gods - Part 3

"First thing, I am clueless about how to do that. And second thing, I am injured and drowning. With the way things are, I am pretty sure I will meet Bookman soon," I said. My tone was casual since my consciousness was not in my body. If it was there, I would have probably been in too much pain to even speak.

I wonder if that was why he pulled just my consciousness to 'The world of darkness'. With my body in such a messed-up state, I would probably never have been able to hold a normal conversation like this.

"Who is this bookman?"

'So, even he doesn't know him? Well, you need to be dead to see him, so it was obvious.'

"Let's just say he is an old man who likes reading books and hates questions."

"This isn't the time to be joking," he said in an annoyed tone. I had forgotten the fact that he could read my loud thoughts. But he probably took that thought of mine as a joke too.