CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Dang it. Mighty Man didn’t know Gaze was no longer in charge. He still thought I was trying to kill him, so he was trying to kill me first. Being crushed in his grip felt like being crushed in a trash compactor. I suspected the only reason he hadn’t turned me into paste yet was because my Zero Armor was shockingly durable, but now that I was back in control of my body, I could sense that even the Zero Armor was starting to reach its limits. I had maybe a few minutes before Mighty Man either crushed me into a tin can or snapped me in half like a twig. I needed to find a way to let him know it was me in there.
“Mighty Man …” I gasped, barely able to muster the air to speak. “Please … stop … you’re killing me …”
“You, who are without mercy, now beg for it?” said Mighty
