"Change natural phenomena by rewriting numbers, then attack your enemy with the altered phenomena? Why take such a huge detour? Why not be more direct?"
"I..."
"Your ability is the ultimate power to interfere directly with the laws of nature! In terms of versatility, it even surpasses my Time Reproduction! If my ability only approaches the realm of God, then yours, once fully evolved, could absolutely reach the true divine realm! If I could've chosen my own ability at birth, I might've traded with you!"
"No! I, I don't want—"
"Take your own ability seriously!"
"But I—"
"Don't make me repeat myself."
Jili's tone suddenly changed.
The mix of mockery and flippancy was gone.
His voice was deep and terrifying, as if rising from the bottom of an abyss.
Neumann knew.
This was the real Jili.
"Fight seriously. Cast aside the world's curses, the weakness of the flesh, the constraints of morality, the cowardice in your heart—throw it all away! If you really want to add even a scrap of value to your worthless life, then get 'serious.'"
"..."
Neumann fell silent.
She clasped her trembling hands against her chest to stifle her heart's frantic pounding, her lips pressing tighter and tighter together.
Ten seconds passed, then half a minute, then a full minute. She remained the same.
Jili sighed and shook his head.
"You disappoint me so much. If that's how it is, let's not drag this out. I'll take your soul—Ugh!?"
In that instant, an icy chill swept through him. It was neither hostility nor murderous intent, but pure "danger."
"...All right. I understand."
At some point, Neumann had stopped trembling.
She raised her head and looked Jili straight in the eye.
For the first time, fighting spirit surged in those dull amber eyes.
"Since this is the