56 Don't say 'kill me' when I'm on my way to bath.

LANCE

My heart pounded. The rush of adrenaline never died down. I'm panting and sweating. I wasn't sure what's going on anymore. What was that?

It feels that was me at the same time not me. Like someone possessed me to kill that creature in one merciless blow. I cringed.

"Good job son! I know you could do it." Dad beamed. He took a towel from one of the cabinet shelves and wiped the green slimy blood that sprinkled my cheek, my hair, and at my morning clothes. This shabby SpongeBob nightwear.

"It seems there will be no difficulty training you after all. You were able to single handedly blow the flesh out of that Red Beast."

I looked up at him and frown. "Red beast?"