Lost Contact in the World of Type-Moon
Chapter 952

Fate on the Brink of Reversal (Continued)

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The Star Spirit who had recently stolen from Indra's collection to treat the fellow before her to a drink, and had even planned to see him off, watched as the guy who claimed he was in a hurry to get to the West District had yet to leave the East District. The corner of her eye twitched slightly.

"That was quite a long time ago."

The youth who had just used a single Wheel of the Conqueror to roast the last Omnipotence Domain wielder into the most thoroughly cooked God King in history spoke to the former leader of the Three Great Problem Children, then sat down across from her.

"Less than half a week is a long time? What kind of messed-up sense of time is that, like some short-lived species with even shorter lives than humans?"

White Night Demon King, who could regard a thousand years as a single day, frowned at this sense of time that felt utterly wrong for gods and demons.

"If, over the course of half a week, you were forced to fight the Halloween Queen, confess to a vampire princess, and get ganged up on by three authority-domain wielders from the Demon King Alliance, among a whole string of other things, you'd think it was a long time too."

The God of War, who had recently used Humanity's Final Trial's godslaying power to erase three God Kings and their attendants from the Human Chronicle, shrugged and described his recent life.

"Wait, what the hell do you mean, confessing to a vampire princess?!"

White Night Yaksha, who had noticed a high-level Gifted Ground unfolding in the East District and hurried over to save someone, abruptly widened her eyes.

Why had something so lovey-dovey suddenly popped up amid such solemn and bloody events as dueling

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