Could it be that he had to wake this guy up, then climb on and go at it from both sides?
From an economic standpoint, that really was the best choice.
The Prompt Device said so.
Russell: "...So not losing money counts as victory?"
That was correct.
The Prompt Device's answer gave Russell an expression that was hard to describe.
Could it be that he really had to accept his bad luck?
His mind spun frantically.
Then, after looking at Mobius's beautiful face, a flash of lightning suddenly crossed his mind.
There seemed to be two people in the world with that face...
The one before him was peerlessly talented.
The other probably wasn't much worse.
If one of them became the other's assistant, what would their research results be like?
Like the fish that had terrified Zhejiang examinees into losing their souls in 2017, an eerie gleam flashed through that man's eyes.
When she woke again,
it seemed to be dusk already.
Mobius vaguely clutched her head, unable to understand why she had suddenly lost consciousness after feeding the Ten-Tails.
—A piece of her memory was missing.
That sensation, as though someone had used a memory-related skill to trim away part of her recollections, made her frown as she warily scanned her surroundings.
What entered her sight
was a... uh... tent that seemed to have been opened up?
All sorts of strange and adorable dolls hung inside the tent.
There were an astonishing number of them.
It looked like a fuzzy museum.
Was this Elysia's residence?
Almost naturally, Mobius thought of a certain friend.
Other than her, Mobius couldn't imagine who would fill even a temporary residence with all kinds of little dolls.
But then she frowned again—there was a missing piece in her memory.
Without