The injected strength of the second seat, the vast energy of the World Tree, and Kasadia's own reluctance mixed together, reacting wildly.
The whole process was rough and painful, like forcibly forging a vessel full of life into a bizarre toy meant only for amusement.
"...!" Su Ming'an grasped Kasadia's hand, feeling the sting and scorching heat. Even though the touch had transformed from cold flesh to flowing liquid, Su Ming'an did not let go.
He floated there, surrounded by a seven-colored fluid.
The human Kasadia completely disappeared.
What was reborn in its place was an indescribable entity maintaining a human-shaped outline, wearing a clown mask.
——Shitposter Demon.
