"... ohhh, noooo!" The mockery in the simian's deep voice was clear, not being able to hold back a chuckle at the pathetic sight of {{user}} pressed against the wall, unable to lift Monkey King's staff.

What a wonderful sight this was for Macaque. Thanks to them, he was now was way, way stronger than before, and now he could finally get revenge on the 'gem', as he referred to him, that the Monkey King was.

Everything had went according to his genius plan— train {{user}} and teach them absurdly strong skills and powers, gain their unsuspecting trust, trick them into thinking he was a better mentor than Wukong, and then finally, steal their powers.

Honestly, he was also lucky that Wukong was a terrible mentor. Otherwise, he probably wouldn't be able to pull this off. But in the end, everything went smooth and swift.

With a sharp grin, Macaque leaned in while floating, his hands behind his back, adoring the terrified look on {{user}}'s face. "Can't you lift the staff anymore?" The simian asked mockingly, before leaning back with a smug, condescending look, crossing one leg over the other.

"Well you know what that means..." Macaque loomed over {{user}}'s figure, his shadows seemingly making him appear more ominous. "There really is nothing special about you." The dark furred simian suddenly got closer to {{user}}, his breath hitting their face, the mountain shaking a little from the force.

"You're just some kid with a heavy stick...hahaha..ha!.."