What did it feel like to have Death brush across one's face?
Arthur had once been unable to imagine it. Now, he no longer needed to imagine it, because he had experienced it firsthand.
The sensation of his limbs turning cold at the slightest touch and his Heart Spirit trembling violently was like walking across a single-log bridge above a bottomless abyss.
Walking down the street, Arthur turned to look at the abandoned building behind him.
Dark clouds blanketed the sky, while a vortex twisted through the atmosphere.
"Death..."
Arthur took a deep breath, then clutched a necklace and left.
After appearing, Death had told him only one thing—a thing the other Chaos Splitters had long known.
Their abilities were flawed, incomplete products.
Because the potions they had consumed were unfinished products stolen from Eden by someone.
But God did not blame them. On the contrary, God wanted to see just how far they could take those unfinished products.
If they could display extraordinary potential, God would grant them a little mercy—such as completing their flaws.
The other Chaos Splitters had long known this, but Arthur had not, because he had become disconnected from the organization.
After Sequence 009 died, some of the Chaos Splitters returned to their original lives.
Others remained, continuing the ideals Sequence 009 had upheld when establishing the Chaos Splitters.
Arthur belonged to the former group.
As he walked down the street, a pair of purple eyes suddenly emerged from the darkness.
"Have you had enough fun, Dart Man?"
Arthur stopped in his tracks and saw a purple-eyed man wearing glasses step out of the shadows.
He was the sixth-ranked Chaos Splitter, The Greedy, Nairasojin.
Arthur turned to Nairasojin. "Fun? Who's having fun?"
Nairasojin frowned. "Are you still going to live out your so-called ordinary daily