Inside the Homebody Girl's house.
Dim yellow light spilled across the walls.
It cast the shadows of ancient runes. Claire sat in a chair in the corner, slowly sipping black tea, as though placing a Time Machine inside a drawer had been the most ordinary thing in the world.
Perhaps this was the technology the Titans had mastered.
After all, they had benefited from the first wave of Creator-related gains.
It was equivalent to sharing God among themselves.
So long as there was exceptional labor involved, creating something like this was perfectly reasonable.
"You're going to fleece every last Japanese anime dry."
Ian muttered as he climbed into the open drawer—it looked utterly ordinary, just a normal wooden drawer, yet an unfathomably deep darkness emanated from within.
Like an entrance leading to another world.
After he crawled inside.
The room fell quiet again.
Just as Claire was about to quietly drink her soup and pick up her game console again.
"Are you sure this won't suck me in and turn me into dust inside a Black Hole?" Ian's head poked back out of the drawer as he asked tentatively, uncertainty in his voice.
"Theoretically, it won't."
Claire set down her bowl of soup.
"Unless you press the wrong button."
Her words did not reassure Ian in the slightest.
"Huh? There's a button like that?"
Ian was still clinging to the edge of the drawer and had not truly fallen into the space within it—the dimension below was pitch-black, but he could indeed see a very familiar-looking Time Machine.
"Of course."
The Female Titan nodded.
"There are lots of stickers on it. They should be pretty intuitive, and they're all instructions." Clearly, she had created a "new player tutorial." She apparently knew just how complicated her creation was.
"So I climb