"Fuck!" Thanh Van blinked away his tears, jaw clenching as his blurry gaze dropped on the unmoving body. "KIM!"
"Target eliminated," the NPC noted as it stepped over Kim Jihun's body and made its slow way towards Thanh Van. "Mr Ruan. Rules are rules."
The silver buttons over the black vest gleamed even through the haze of Thanh Van's pain. His fingers clawed at the spear, nicking the metal, just enough to gain friction.
"And breaking rules will result in punishment."
Thanh Van gripped the spear, his body convulsing with every inch of the spear sliding through him.
He had died hundreds of times- he should be used to the pain.
The drywall crumbled beneath him.
It hurt.
Instead of pulling the spear out, Thanh Van pushed his body forward.
If the spear could go through Kim, it could go through him as well.
His ribs snapped from the forceful movement, the spear gliding through him with ease.
It always hurts.