As the strength left my fist, the words that had been waiting for my future self to speak continued.
[The 'World-Building Words' admonishes us not to be too resentful.]
[The 'eye that watches over the chaos of all creation' informs him that he is also a poor child who was scamd out of his turn.]
“Future ? Even so, I’m the 101st person to do it, right?”
I was just sitting there with my arms crossed.
[The 'balance-tuning cynic' twitches the corners of his mouth.]
[The 'Trial Skyscraper Architect' coughs.]
[The 'Scales that Judge Souls' laughs sinisterly.]
[The 'eye that watches over the chaos of all things' has a sorrowful look.]
The response that cos back is strange.
"......no?"
['The Words That Build the World' says that you are the 117th person in the future.]
“Oh my god. What kind of a baseless number is that? I can’t even imagine it.”
For a mont, I almost felt compassion.
['The Scales of Justice' whispers to you with dark intentions that there are two leads in that round, so he sent you one and asked you to like it.]
“Ouch! Stop it!”
I threw the statue into the flas with a little nervousness. I think I'm going to lose my temper at this rate.
As I stick out my lower lip and sigh, my bangs flutter.
“It seems like you’re enjoying it since you keep teasing nonstop.”
Agnes didn't respond to my awkward answer. Instead, she pointed to the side.
"ah."
I glanced at sothing about five steps away. The object of my gaze was as still and calm as a still life. I felt relieved.
Now I had picked up the 'gift' as the quest required.
When I was saving Reed, he looked at and lost consciousness. Usually, a person who has fainted should be moved to a comfortable place, but this person was an exception.
How could I bring a great disaster that could destroy the world at any ti and in any way to a civilian ho? That's why my current location was still inside the sculptor's studio dungeon.
I have laid out a suitable space in which all the blasphemous statues have been burned. If necessary, I may have to sleep overnight.
Reed was tied tightly to the corner with the strings of the Spirit King's harp.
Agnes confird that he had lost his three powers due to the gold tattoo on his forearm, but she installed the device for my psychological stability.
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