Professional Prankster
"Perfect. Let's move on to the next part, then," Samur smiled.
It was a shame that his charming smile was hidden by his white mask, but alas it was a necessity.
It wasn't that Samur was afraid of being attacked, kidnapped, blackmailed et cetera for his invention of the Elixir; he had already gone through them a lot of times.
So many times, in fact, that he couldn't help but yawn whenever he even thought about them.
Ultimately, there were only so many endings such scenarios could have.
So rather than proving that he had the balls of steel by revealing his identity and then having to deal with something utterly boring, he'd rather just keep the material his balls were made of to himself and enjoy doing something actually interesting.
Like finding new ways to kill himself.
In fact, even during the presentation, he was constantly thinking about that.
However, he didn't just want to die; he wanted to die in a NEW way.