Since she said so, this sword might really be quite powerful.
Ch'en kept that firmly in mind, slung the heavy greatsword behind her, and recalled the strange air from earlier. Suddenly, she began coughing.
"Cough, cough... Why is this happening?"
"You noticed too?"
The Herrscher of the Void looked at Ch'en with interest. "Perhaps you hadn't realized that the world outside has none of the so-called Originium particles you speak of. Your Oripathy patients will never worsen there, and healthy people will never become infected."
"Cough, cough..."
Ch'en's expression suddenly turned awful.
"Also, once you've seen a world without Originium, your body will involuntarily yearn for it. When you return, you'll experience rejection symptoms... I've observed these people. Even changing environments nearly kills them. Such fragile creatures."
The Herrscher of the Void shook her head.
"Humans and kittens are no different."
Ch'en nodded seriously.
"Fear makes people talk too much. You're desperately denying it, so you must be afraid of something. Is it this sword?"
"..."
The Herrscher of the Void suddenly fell silent.
The threat she projected abruptly diminished, like someone choking in the middle of a meal.
"Do you know why clever people die quickly?"
"I don't."
"Because they're clever enough to argue with me, but lack the strength to resist me. That's why clever people all die." The Herrscher of the Void's threat became even more obvious.
But Ch'en had already understood. At its core, all anger came from fear.
For someone like the Immortal, Ch'en could hardly imagine what she would look like when angry. It would probably be like every catastrophe since ancient times erupting before her at once—a scene far more dreadful than the end of the world.
"Cough, cough..."
Ch'en was physically strong, so she would not suffer a severe allergic reaction. She