Though Klein was furious, his mind was still working. The moment Noah pointed out the essence of the ritual, he immediately thought of more:
"So, as long as I find another way to keep myself from being affected by the information of the current era, I can substitute it for this ritual that takes three hundred years to complete?"
"Bingo!"
"Then the question is, how do I do that?"
Klein's store of mystical knowledge was ultimately still insufficient. Even knowing the principle, he had no idea how to put it into practice.
"Simple. Just drink the potion now."
Huh?
Klein thought for a moment and looked around.
"Could this place already be somewhere detached from the current era?"
"Otherwise, while the Primordial Creator's consciousness has yet to be absorbed by the main body, how could I so recklessly send food from the past into the present? I might be unaffected, but the era I'm in can't withstand that kind of turbulence."
Noah spread his hands and gestured at the food in front of him.
"Want some more?"
"...No. I can't eat anymore."
Klein had been worn down to the point of helplessness. Noah was like some gluttonous monster; the dishes on the table were constantly being eaten, cleared away, and replaced like a never-ending banquet, yet Noah just kept eating.
Maybe that was the ease of a powerhouse at that level?
After letting his food settle, Klein stood up and looked at Noah.
"Since there's a solution, I'll be leaving."
"Hm? Leaving? You're not advancing right now?"
Adam speared an octopus ball containing an entire tiny octopus, tossed the sauce-, bonito flake-, and seaweed-covered snack into his mouth, and chewed until his cheeks puffed out.
"Advance—come on, I only just advanced to Way of the Clown before coming to this