Confirming that the soul essence was really the Saint's truesoul for the third time, Davis put his worries behind him.
Now, as long as he could successfully escape, he could take his time scouring through the memories, eat comprehension clouds, or just revive the Saint and let him experience a world of torture as he forces him to confess and apologize to Evelynn.
With the truesoul in his hand, Davis recognized that the number of red karmic threads on him was nearly innumerable. There were more than a hundred thousand, according to his initial estimate.
And these red threads were just the ones indicating that the women he had slept with were still alive.
'A hundred thousand married women…?'
Davis was momentarily taken aback as he stared at the empty space before him.
He really didn't know if he should admire the Saint or curse him to death.
