I had to make things clear to Axiu. Otherwise, I had no way of just leaving like this.
Gu Mo was restless and couldn't help growing deeply worried. Things had become extremely troublesome at this point... To be fair, he truly couldn't say against his conscience that this was such a terrible thing, nor could he deny that he had absolutely no thoughts about it.
But in the end, reason had not been overwhelmed, and impulse had failed to gain the upper hand.
It had almost been a month already...
He had to leave. Based on previous experience, time in the Dungeon World passed at a one-to-one ratio with the real world... Being out of contact for a month was still normal, but if it went on any longer, problems were likely to arise.
No matter what, his current focus was still rooted in the dimension called "reality." That was an indisputable fact.
That was why fate was so damn screwed up... In reality, he sometimes fretted over not having a girlfriend, yet in this Dungeon, he could practically claim a wife—and one perfectly suited to his tastes at that, since he had molded her with his own two hands.
Yet for all sorts of reasons, he simply had no way to respond.
Gu Mo was incredibly depressed. Looking at the White Viper, which had begun circling around him alongside the great fox, he understood the saying that one should not bite the hand that fed them. He did not want to do something as shameless as enjoying everything and then running off with his pants pulled up, but he truly had no good solution right now.
This was not something that could be explained by simply returning what he had received. Otherwise, he would not have gritted his teeth