"Are you asking what I'm going to do next?"
Faced with Feixiao's question, Russell showed a hint of contemplation.
At that moment, his gaze became as deep as that of a college student pondering what to eat for the day, retracing those dust-covered memories.
What was he going to do next? That was a good question.
—His main quest had always been to synthesize the Gift of Existence in the chessboard universe, and while he was at it, blow up some God of Games' ass with a single strike.
But then Sparkle, that infuriating little brat whom he couldn't really kill, had popped up and thrown the main quest off course.
Now, perhaps it was time to return to the main quest.
Russell's gaze involuntarily slid toward another paralyzed hospital bed beside him. That was where Silver Wolf lay.
On that bed, Silver Wolf lay quietly, as though the world had forgotten her.
Her chest rose and fell faintly. Every breath seemed like a silent struggle against fate. Her face was bloodless, like Gawain and the Emperor after learning their asses had been targeted.
Naturally, the time rewind Russell had copied from Sparkle's Hell Path had taken the time the skill was cast as its reference point—this saved a little mana.
And since Silver Wolf had been the only one to fall before Russell carried out his over-the-horizon strike, she was naturally rather unfortunate and had not been rewound to her best state.
Don't ask why Huo Huo and Feixiao had also fallen at different times from everyone else, yet were now lively and well.
If you asked, he'd say he forgot.
It definitely wasn't because Russell held a grudge over her badmouthing him behind his back as a dog donkey.
Still, Russell wasn't someone who held grudges.
Although Silver