150: Lacking Morals or Lacking Money... That Is the Question

Rimuru returned to R'lyeh as he wished... but he only had a mere five minutes—

After five minutes, he would be forced to carry out the mission alone.

As he sprinted toward a certain location in R'lyeh, he found himself somewhat dazed.

How long had it been since he had last acted alone?

Even during that A Certain Magical Index mission, he had run into Nine Tails right at the start—without realizing it, his team had gained so many new faces.

There was an unknown communication request. Great Sage suddenly spoke: Should it be connected?

"Connect..." Rimuru glanced at his friends list. Every single one was marked unavailable.

Unknown... did that mean the person contacting him was someone he did not know, and their authority was even higher than his?

In that brief instant, a vague guess formed in Rimuru's mind, and the corners of his lips rose slightly—

Sure enough, Lilith's face appeared on his retina the next moment—

"I haven't been back here in a long time. Coming back so suddenly feels a little unfamiliar." On the other end of the call, Lilith was currently in an ancient room that seemed steeped in medieval atmosphere. Rimuru glanced around a few times and chuckled. "You ought to update your room decor. Putting virtual communication technology next to an ancient phonograph... doesn't that feel weird?"

"Yeah." Lilith also looked disdainfully at the ancient phonograph beside her. In R'lyeh, it was possible to see the advanced technologies of technological civilizations ahead of time, but Lilith had never cared much for such things. Back when the real world was still in the Middle Ages, she had also felt deeply uneasy about the modernity-filled R'lyeh, which was why she had prepared a great deal of decoration for her room.

But now...

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