Lucian leaned forward slightly, his grin widening. "Simple…I killed them all."
The room fell into an eerie silence.
For a moment, no one moved. No one even breathed.
"…You're joking, right?" The purple-haired man finally forced a laugh, though it was weak and unconvincing. His fingers twitched nervously. "Hahaha… yeah, good one. There's no way you could've taken out three hundred armed men."
Even the nurses, who had been silent until now, chuckled nervously. They exchanged uncertain glances, unsure if Lucian was serious or just mentally unstable from the stress of the situation.
Murphy, however, didn't laugh. His eyes softened, filled with pity. "Poor kid," he thought. "This must've been too much for him. He's clearly lost touch with reality."