"New York really is lively. Come to think of it, could I learn demons' abilities?"
A thought stirred in Sylar's heart. After returning, he decided to crack open a few demons' skulls for fun. Maybe he could get some useful abilities—as the famous Skullcracker, there wasn't a brain he dared not open.
"We've already cleared the game. How do we get back?"
Claire asked impatiently. She had no desire to remain in this body any longer. Earlier, she had used this body to go to the bathroom once, and it had been a nightmare.
Andrew was about to answer when an off-road vehicle drove over. It was the driver who had appeared at the beginning and been missing ever since.
"Doctor Brave Stone, thank you for saving Jumanji. Jumanji will remember you forever."
The driver got out and held out his hand to Andrew. Andrew's eyes flickered, and he said to Claire, "Claire, shake his hand first."
Though puzzled, Claire did not refuse. She stepped forward and shook the driver's hand. Her body then turned to ash and vanished. She had returned to reality.
Seeing this, Galacta went up second to shake his hand. She wanted to go back and eat. The food here was terrible.
After Galacta vanished, the remaining three looked at one another. Sylar smiled and said, "I'll go first. Remember to come early tomorrow."
With that, Sylar shook the driver's hand and turned to ash, vanishing. Only Death and Andrew remained. Death asked, "You seem to be plotting something?"
"Of course I'm plotting something." Andrew smiled. "Do you want to stay here with me and see who has more patience?"
"Sure."
Death said, "New York's problems have nothing to do with me. Besides, I'm only a sliver of consciousness. Let's see who has more patience."
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