Villain Ch 1423. Weaklings
Sophia's HP bar hit zero. Her vision blurred, colors fading into black and gray, her body frozen in place. But it wasn't instant. It was never instant.
The death delay timer kicked in—those agonizing few seconds before she was forcefully ripped back to her save point.
And in that time, she could still see everything. Still hear everything. Still feel everything.
Her body lay crumpled on the ground, her limbs bent at odd angles, her expression frozen in a mix of rage and humiliation. Dead. Beaten. Completely, utterly powerless…
Sophia had died in battles before, but never like this. Never this pathetic. Never like a dog.
Her fists clenched at her sides—or at least they would have if she still had control of her body. But she didn't.
All she could do was seethe in silence, her rage bubbling beneath the surface.
But was she angry at herself? No.
She was furious at this incompetent guild.
She had fallen so low.
