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251. Odin's Secret

The matchstick man blinked its tiny eyes:

"Evil Demon? That's terrible, is this evil demon you're talking about scary?"

An ice crystal spread along Hewitt's fingertip, growing and forming a common tea cup shape, from which boiling hot tea continuously gushing out from the bottom of the cup.

The demon hunter took a sip of tea:

"Scary? This monster is evil, insane, dangerous, but not at all scary."

The matchstick man's eyes ignited in eerie green flames:

"But shouldn't evil things be frightening?"

Hewitt smiled:

"No, only strength warrants fear, and with all due respect, someone who lost to Odin and was turned into his toy can hardly be considered strong."

A shadow formed beneath the floating matchstick man.

The shadow began to twist and sway towards Hewitt's position, like an evil dragon extending its claws towards a little girl.

The matchstick man said: