Drawing Lots

Phew... ha...

Breathing conditions,

Yi Chen returned to his peak condition, but even so, his emaciated body was difficult to conceal beneath his clothes.

"Mr. Yi! We saw each other for the last time in 'that world.' So this is what William meant by 'I'll participate, but I won't participate.'

Don't be wary of me. I'm different from Boss Art—I mean no harm."

Catherine, her hair tied into a single ponytail, approached with great curiosity. This time, Yi Chen did not turn his hostile gaze toward her. He did not even open his eyes, merely saying:

"Whether you harbor ill will, I can tell for myself. If you have something to say, get to the point. If not, spare me the empty chatter."

"Eh! You're so fierce... I'm just curious about your condition~ I thought William losing one eye was bad enough, but you actually lost half your body and part of your internal organs. To keep living with more than fifty percent of your body gone—I've never seen that before.

Losing more than half of an individual's concept should theoretically result in immediate death.

By the way, what exactly did you run into? It must have been terrifying."

Unexpectedly, Yi Chen shot her a sidelong glance. "I told you, spare me the empty chatter... If you want to trade information, bring out something useful."

Catherine pressed both hands beneath her chin in the shape of a flower. "Eh! You're so boring."

Yi Chen withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes to rest, and ignored everyone.

"Still, it's amazing that you can match Boss Art in presence~ If we happen to run into each other during the performance later, please don't kill me, for William's sake."

After Catherine finished speaking, she realized that Yi Chen was ignoring her completely. She rotated