Heavy trucks.
They were meant to transport cargo, yet their peculiar symbolism often saw them used for travel between worlds.
It raised an irresistible question: could you get hit by a truck in another world, too?
The Witch King Remnants would have had plenty to say about that, but whether they could travel to another world remained unknown.
After all, they were now thoroughly mixed into the soil. They probably couldn't answer.
Elsewhere, after using the Witch King Remnants as speed bumps, Gregor ran into a problem.
He had reached a terrifying speed. If the Skeleton King's vision had relied on nerve signals, he probably wouldn't have been able to process what was in front of him in time.
But that also meant the Bloodline Heir Cluster couldn't expand fast enough to keep up with him.
The skeletal truck finally stopped after braking for several kilometers. For now, Gregor could only wait.
He took out the Telephone Snail to check its progress. Fortunately, Bloodline Heir craftsmanship had kept it intact through the mad dash.
Gregor stared blankly at the lines spreading across its glowing screen.
He had too much time on his hands these days.
Ever since he gained the ability to turn into a Beheaded, the constant urgency of his Paladin form potentially going berserk had faded.
Compared with his initial desperation, he now had room to think about what else he could do.
So, after completing his third trip to the Dungeon, he had a heart-to-heart with Vera.
As long as it didn't interfere with their mission to get home, why not use the power they had to rewrite a few more tragedies across Daichi?
Judging by the results, the other three hadn't sounded particularly interested at the time, but none of them had failed to act.
They