M-Main God? The Main God's... f-fragments? Wh-what was going on... wh-what was going on?
More than a dozen times... H-he watched it more than a dozen times? The first time he came into contact with that kind of memory, he watched it more than a dozen times in one go?
His eyes widened uncontrollably, little by little. Looking at the calm that had settled on Chiba's face—who had somehow shaken off his dazed, sluggish state—the young man was already unable to think.
He could not understand.
Once again, he could not understand.
Clearly, Chiba had been so terrified of those memories, so hesitant, and from the very beginning had had no intention of accepting them.
If he had reluctantly accepted them, that would have been one thing. Perhaps his original self had done something that had barely made him resolve himself.
But after accepting them, he had watched them more than a dozen times. What was that supposed to be, self-torture? What kind of person was this guy, this fusion?
Call him naive, foolish, and cowardly, yet he could immediately accept those cruel memories. Not only could he accept them, he had even watched them over and over more than a dozen times. How could that be called cowardice? How could he be called naive? The young man knew perfectly well just how cruel those memories were. They were not something a naive and innocent person could endure like this. Even if they accepted them, they could not possibly go through them more than a dozen times. His willpower absolutely met the standard—if anything, it exceeded it.
He could not figure it out.
The young man truly could not figure out what was going on.
And judging by the fusion's appearance, he seemed to have completely accepted them. The calm