"All right."
Qin Ran spoke calmly.
It was as though he had merely offered an everyday "good morning," rather than agreed to a life-changing decision that should have demanded careful consideration.
Mary, however, was utterly delighted.
With excitement and joy written all over her face, she threw her arms around Qin Ran.
Unlike the embraces in his memories, this one was far more passionate.
"Wonderful!"
James VIII murmured.
He sounded relieved, as though he had finally completed his last task.
Qin Ran watched Mary and James. Their expressions perfectly matched every reaction one might have upon receiving thrilling news, and they were incredibly convincing.
So convincing, in fact, that he could not tell whether they were real or false.
"If it weren't for that lofty, superior air of yours... this really would be just like reality!"
Qin Ran murmured to himself.
He raised his head, his gaze piercing the tent roof to find a certain presence in the void.
Mary, who was embracing Qin Ran, and James VIII, who was murmuring to himself, froze at that moment.
Their bodies rapidly decayed.
Once again, they became dead things, half dried corpse and half skeleton.
The undead Mary wrapped her arms around Qin Ran with enough strength to strangle an ox, while the undead James VIII drew a rust-covered longsword and thrust it straight at him.
Yet Qin Ran remained unmoved.
It was as though he could not see any of it.
The Steppe People's camp.
Inside a tent in the deepest part of the camp, Heta sat cross-legged on an exquisite, magnificent rug. He had a human body, but half his face was human and the other half belonged to a soul monster. Around him stood a dozen statues of varying sizes, resembling demons and gods. Some looked kindly, while