Klein answered the question for Frank Lee, "When did you become so unoriginal?"
He had struck Alice right in her weak spot. She immediately furrowed her brows and muttered,
"How can there be? He just wants to plant everything he sees in the soil... Uh, now that I look at it, it does seem a little unoriginal..."
Alice frowned and began racking her brains.
This was not something she could solve immediately. Alice felt that, compared to time, she perhaps needed inspiration more. After persisting for only a short while, she gave up, turned to Frank Lee, and declared with utter certainty,
"When we head back... when we head back, you're dead!"
After delivering that vicious threat, Alice took out her anger on Klein instead.
"But you're dead right now!"
As she spoke, a passing gale swept up the waves and drenched Klein, who stood by the railing, from head to toe.
The Future swayed amid the wind and waves. At the same time, a sharp, malicious laugh sounded from afar.
"Ha ha ha!"
"Ha ha ha!"
The laughter echoed without end, sometimes hoarse, sometimes chaotic, sometimes like incoherent muttering, sometimes like singing. The sailors on deck collapsed one after another, forcibly covering their ears, yet still twisting and struggling in pain.
Scales began growing across the skin of some Beyonders.
Klein was affected as well. Alice, who had merely frowned and looked in the direction the Death Announcer had departed, withdrew her gaze and swept her eyes across the ship. The laughter vanished in an instant.
The scales and flesh buds returned to normal skin, and the pain from moments ago disappeared without a trace. The agitated spirituality settled along with the surrounding waves. The sailors who had crouched or lain down clutching their heads rose along their original