Oh no!
Ryan's mouth twitched involuntarily at the Cancer Director's heartfelt "compliment," and he tried to save face by saying:
"The Consciousness Ball you brought out, maybe... it's old and in disrepair? Or..."
"Were you pretending in the last selection process?"
Interrupting Ryan, the Cancer Director pulled out a handkerchief, wiped his terrifyingly featured face, and then calmly stared at Ryan, confidently saying:
"Given your understanding of the abnormal, even if you were blind, noseless, and deaf, you wouldn't be affected by the Feast of Corpse, so... do you really resist becoming the next Cancer Director?"
"..."
"Looks like I'm right."
With fan-like palms, he patted himself, removing all the carbonized skin, revealing the tender pink flesh underneath. The roasted Cancer Director grinned and said joyfully:
