Alice unconsciously pressed her lips together.
Actually, telling Klein about this would not make much difference. Judging from the end of the dream, there was a high probability that Klein did not have the ability to stop the plague. She did not need to worry about the plague being stopped at all.
But... could Klein accept that the real her felt no guilt whatsoever toward those poor people who died in the plague?
Alice had noticed this long ago.
Even with those influences she could not explain, her true nature probably had nothing to do with words like "sacrifice" or "protection."
—Just like how, even now, all she was struggling over was whether to tell Klein, and how to tell him.
As for those ordinary people who had died in the plague? Ha, what did that have to do with her? She did not know them.
Forsaken Land of the Gods, City of Silver.
It was currently a time when lightning struck frequently in the City of Silver—the City of Silver's "daytime." Derrick Berg stood with nearly ten teammates, carrying a leather backpack on his back and the Axe of Hurricane in his hand, ready to set off.
This Axe of Hurricane was precisely the weapon he had bought from "The World" through the Tarot Club.
Before obtaining the Axe of Hurricane, Derrick had imagined himself looking imposing with a greatsword in hand. After obtaining the Axe of Hurricane, Derrick felt that a weapon's power was what mattered most.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning tore across the sky, illuminating the pitch-black city walls.
Tufts of weeds sprouted from the dry, crumbling black soil in the cracks between the stones. They swayed densely, like human hair.
At that moment, he heard faint footsteps. He hurriedly withdrew his gaze and looked