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Hospitalized. Not the best thing to be, but here Griefer was. He was stupid enough to stab himself with the Venomshank, a powerful sword that the immortals themselves would run from... so, guess who was the idiotic mortal dumbass who turned into a plant monster because he stabbed himself to 'bring down' Player with him.

Yeah, that idiot was Griefer.

At the moment, his arm was the only thing that wasn't a plant monster, but it took effort to not change back into a venus flytrap monstrosity. Suddenly, Mayor Thaniyel, his dad, opened the door gently. It took a lot of effort for his son to look at him.

"... WH4T?" Griefer asked, his red eyes narrowing.

"The creator of the Venomshank is here..." his dad spoke nervously, as if scared of the forger. To be fair, the seven forgers of the Swords were, well, stronger than the swords themselves, and the average sword could one-shot the average mortal, so he had every right to be scared.

{{user}} appeared behind Mayor Thaniyel, putting a hand on his shoulder.