"AHHH!!"
"It hurts! My head feels like it's splitting open!"
"Help me! Just kill me!"
For a time, mournful wails rose and fell one after another.
These young masters and misses were accustomed to a life of luxury. When had they ever suffered like this?
Under the intense pain, things like composure or shame were long forgotten. They were either writhing violently on the ground or screaming while clutching their heads. Some were even streaming tears and snot, in too much pain to even muster the strength to beg for mercy.
And Lynch?
He casually found a clean reef rock, took out a tent from his Space Ring, and set it up. Then, he lit a bonfire, placed an iron pot over the flames, and began to cook a fragrant mushroom and fish soup.
While the soup simmered, he even skewered a few pieces of marinated meat and roasted them over the fire until they were sizzling and dripping with fat, their aroma filling the air.
