Flee or Fight, Death Awaits Either Way [3]

Superbia wore a sadistic smile, savoring the sight of Kim Jakga's pathetic state.

She reveled in it. The sight of his humiliation, the expression of the fallen, filled her with such joy and satisfaction that it became her mission and duty to overwhelm her opponent, especially one as arrogant as him, in such a humiliating manner and make him prostrate before her.

It was unknown when she developed such a bad habit, but her creator saw no problem with it.

She approached the broken form of Kim Jakga, halting just a few paces away from his battered body.

She had plans for him—to break him, to make him her slave, her property, her plaything. She could do whatever she wanted with him. But first, she wanted to hear him beg, to hear him submit in exchange for the chance to save his pathetic life.

Once that was done, her duty and mission in this round would be complete.