The Transmigrator's smirk widened beneath the shadow of his hood. He could feel it, the familiar sensation that came when he faced the stronger enemies.
It was just what his system and bloodline wanted. His system was a greedy, parasitic thing, one that fed on his death and the killing intent of those who killed him.
The stronger the opponent, the more potent their killing intent, the greater the power it would grant him in the moment of seeming defeat. It was the perfect symbiotic relationship for a man who could not truly die.
Eren's eyes, however, held a glint of something other than anger. It was a knowing, almost pitying look. "Aren't you too eager for your death? It's almost as if you want everyone to guess your skills to the point that you didn't even try to hide it."
