Soren went about the day like he had hundreds of times.
At this point, he already knew every word of every sentence anybody was going to utter.
And he responded like he would have for the first time.
After all, his experiences belonged to no one but him.
Also, his growth only acted as an extra card up his sleeve.
His past battles had made him understand the necessity for continuous growth.
...Just like the previous time, he met Sausage Neck.
However, Vinegar, Handler, and Ratler watched from their positions as he punched the grown man until he begged for his life.
Soren had not been joking. Keeping to his words to make the man swallow his teeth.
The punches and claps, each one multiplied by Bulb, rained down on the muscular figure like a piano musician presenting a difficult piece to an expectant crowd.
Unlike the previous loops, Soren really took his time to administer a good beating.
