By comparison, the additional items actually seemed more normal.
Silver and black, shaped like a cross-shaped star.
What he held was a burial offering that had lain with a corpse deep underground for decades, but Fu Qian wasn't put off by it.
He couldn't judge by appearances. This was something Old Man Katon had painstakingly excavated, a memento of the third item on the list.
The fact that he'd handed something like this over to him surely proved his resolve to become each other's reflection, didn't it?
He wasn't just saying it. Old Man Katon was serious about this fifth item.
And Fu Qian was just as serious when he said both additional items were more normal.
Stealing things, exchanging identities... They seemed absurd, but doing such things on the verge of death could be seen as acts of the same kind: struggles over the concept of the "self."
In the face of the fear of death, destroying and examining the self could be called a very natural impulse.
At least in Fu Qian's eyes, it was much more normal than smothering one's father to death with a pillow.
Though it had also brought its own problems. Fu Qian had learned almost nothing new from the last two items.
The car theft had been over in the blink of an eye, and with their identities swapped, Old Man Katon's attitude made it clear that he wasn't even going to show Fu Qian the character card. He was simply letting him do as he pleased.
To sum up, Fu Qian's performance had indeed sped up the list, but it had also had its drawbacks.
Next, he'd have to try guiding everything himself with only a little information to go on.
"Where are we going?"
While Fu Qian was examining the object