Marriage and romance, having children and saving the world.
In the end, games were still more fun.
For some reason, Gawain seemed to read that message from the little girl playing games.
It had to be an illusion.
Then he cast Prophecy Power upon the Pigtails Little Girl who had just left.
A baffling scene appeared before his eyes.
A labyrinth woven from flesh and blood.
There was no sky, no ground—only pipes and rooms.
The walls were made of lumps of flesh, packed tightly together, writhing and heaving.
A small lump of flesh was squeezed loose from a wall. It ran around everywhere, seemingly searching for friends?
Then, somehow, a voice called to it.
"Are you looking for your heart too?"
"Come here. The heart you seek is here, along with lots and lots of delicious food."
The little flesh lump hopped along, passed through the maze, rounded countless corners, and finally stopped in a hall.
In the middle of the hall was a vortex glowing blood-red.
Within the vortex flickered scenes of a modern city.
Person after person passed by, brimming with vitality and fragrance.
The little flesh lump watched until drool trickled from its mouth against its will.
Then it plunged into the vortex without hesitation.
There was no more to the vision after that.
Gawain understood. The light and love should be within that little flesh lump.
The monster protagonist in the bizarre game the little girl had been playing must have been that innocent little flesh lump.
A monster that regarded humans as food.
Yet clearly, judging from the game, it had not done so.
What had made it overcome its nature and refrain from doing it? According to the conventions of games and novels, the answer was naturally love!
People liked such tropes. The