Middle Finger

The Blood Monarch paused, as though struggling to process what he had just heard.

He wasn't used to this.

For eons, fear and reverence had been the only responses to his voice.

Yet now, here was a mere mortal, a pathetic human, brushing him off with disdain.

The realization struck him like a blow.

It was audacious. Unthinkable.

"Unacceptable. "

The Blood Monarch's fiery rage surged.

His presence grew heavier, darker.

He reminded himself of the reason he couldn't fully descend—his true form would crush the tutorial world under its sheer weight.

The restrictions in place were not to shield him but to protect this fragile dimension.

But now, he didn't care.

A human had dared to challenge him. That impudence demanded punishment.

The air around Alex thickened as an oppressive force descended upon him like a tidal wave.