Chapter 364
Chapter 364
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Interlude
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I stare at the darkness floating aimlessly in front of me.
It's not that I've lost my fear.
"..."
I gaze at the translucent window floating before my eyes.
[Name: X]
[Age: X]
[Talent: Rewind]
[Special Skill: X]
[Background: One of the Management Bureau's most reliable bulwarks.]
[Weakness: You've grown tremendously in such a short time.]
Text overlays on the translucent window.
Does it not have a mouth? Is that why it always communicates like this through translucent windows?
No, that's not important right now.
I take one step forward.
"I believe you know why I've come."
The darkness doesn't move from its spot.
"...You'll die."
The Troupe Leader tugs at my collar and whispers from behind, but I ignore her and stare straight at the darkness.
She wasn't wrong.
If that thing really wanted to, killing me would be a piece of cake.
The very fact that it can speak to me through a translucent window proves it's an extraordinary existence.
Who else could do something like that?
The Aestheticist, this thing, and others—beings that casually defy common sense.
But there's no way this one would kill me.
"You call me here and then chicken out—what's the plan?"
"I didn't call you."
"Right."
Now that I think about it, this one never called me.
But either way, there's no need to worry.
Because it shares the same goal as me.
"There's no time."
I stare at the darkness floating aimlessly in front of me.
It's not that I've lost my fear.
"..."
I gaze at the translucent window floating before my eyes.
[Name: X]
[Age: X]
[Talent: Rewind]
[Special Skill: X]
[Background: One of the Management Bureau's most reliable bulwarks.]
[Weakness: You've grown tremendously in such a short time.]
Text overlays on the translucent window.
Does it not have a mouth? Is that why it always communicates like this through translucent windows?
No, that's not important right now.
I take one step forward.
"I believe you know why I've come."
The darkness doesn't move from its spot.
"...You'll die."
The Troupe Leader tugs at my collar and whispers from behind, but I ignore her and stare straight at the darkness.
She wasn't wrong.
If that thing really wanted to, killing me would be a piece of cake.
The very fact that it can speak to me through a translucent window proves it's an extraordinary existence.
Who else could do something like that?
The Aestheticist, this thing, and others—beings that casually defy