The Workshop (Five)
Truly dedicated.
Unless he was a seasoned chūnibyō, his lines were genuinely astonishing.
Faced with Oz's answer, which sounded downright malicious, Fu Qian couldn't help but praise him.
Everything that had happened to him so far today was undoubtedly the classic beginning of a savior's story.
A key led him to the truth beneath the world's surface, and now he was about to shoulder the burden of saving everyone.
The only problem was that this world already had a whole group of saviors.
With forces like the Night Watchers operating in the open, even most chūnibyō probably wouldn't feel that saving the world was a job meant for them and them alone.
That made Oz's behavior at this moment feel rather like a chūnibyō club trying to recruit new members—especially since he really was an ordinary person.
Of course, Fu Qian, as the person involved, didn't look down on any of it.
On one hand, he naturally had to respect the role he was currently playing. On the other, it was because of how he viewed the whole affair—perhaps this was exactly the intended effect?
Under the Night Watchers' control, some areas were quite sensitive.
If the experience just now, and even the coin in his hand, really had something to do with that Old Man and his people.
And if they really had established an organization along the lines they'd claimed back then—one that sought to let mortal bodies wield Supernatural Power through "knowledge."
There was a question Fu Qian had even considered back at the underground ruins: if they planned to grow and expand under such an ambitious vision, how would they recruit people?
Their ideals seemed even more prone to getting out of control than grafting, and the Night Watchers could probably wipe