He would take it all.

The room was so quiet, James could hear his own heartbeat. It wasn't a peaceful silence—it was the kind that made the air feel thick, like something heavy was pressing down on him.

Even though Marcellus had left, the tension was still there, hanging over them like a storm cloud.

James sat completely still, his hands loosely clasped together, his green eyes calm. But inside? His mind was racing.

'This situation is bad.'

He was in serious danger. He had barely escaped Marcellus' spear, and even though he had bought some time, the problem hadn't gone away.

Sooner or later, a Divine Investigator would arrive, and when that happened…

'Will they see me as a human or a demon?'

He didn't know. And that was the problem. But based on cold logic and the current clues, he would most likely be seen as a demon and executed on the spot.

The most logical explanation was that his soul had entered this body during the hunting expedition.