Mobius Wants to Kill Mobius? Why Would I Dream Something Like That?

"Give it another two days. The situation right now... is still a little delicate."

Russell's answer seemed rather delicate as well.

"Huh?"

Megumin seemed to become less happy all at once, then fell silent.

It looked like she still got jealous and sulked.

Mobius thought.

She simply did not get jealous over certain people; it was not that she was some green-haired NTR enthusiast.

Good lord.

Thinking of it that way somehow made it even weirder.

This circle was fucking messed up.

She thought.

Then, refusing to dwell on it, she began typing again.

"Alright, alright, stop talking about this."

"I have something to ask him."

Mobius domineeringly @'d everyone.

Then—

"Ask later."

"I have a question too. I want to ask where he got an ability like future sight."

Huihui began @'ing Mobius and Russell as well.

The petite girl looked deeply concerned.

Russell was not the type whose reproductive ability could practically be ignored. She had developed an interest in an ability that could predict certain future events.

"Future sight?"

"If someone had a similar ability, they might be able to seize the initiative in any battle."

Megumin was analyzing the uses of future sight in combat.

"I kind of want it too..."

Skadi, who had always seemed to want nothing, rarely felt a certain longing.

Mobius: "..."

Her face darkened.

Did these people really have to suddenly all want to ask questions right when she was asking one?

And besides...

Was future sight really necessary for those matters?

What slaves of fate?

Something that could be solved by rolling around in bed a few more times at night—why did they need future sight for it?

She wanted nothing more than to mute them all. Furiously, she...

Took the private chat route.

"Why exactly did you leave me