"So, there was only one truth! You were the real culprit behind this dungeon!" The spirited man was delivering an impassioned speech on the massive projected screen in the sky.
Otsutsuki Tensho curled up in his shabby little home, hugging his knees as he silently watched the handsome man on the screen.
How nice.
"Have you figured out his ability?" A hoarse voice sounded beside Tensho, carrying the artificial quality of synthesized AI speech.
Tensho scratched his messy hair. It had not been washed for a month and gave off a nauseating stench.
"I have some ideas. He never stepped into any traps, and..." Tensho narrowed his eyes.
He thought of the scene from moments ago, when the man had dodged the attacks of a monster from the urban legend dungeon.
The monster's attacks had been incredibly fast. Even with the sky screen thoughtfully slowing them down, Tensho could only make out blurry afterimages.
Yet faced with such attacks, that man—who had been hailed as Yanhan's savior after only three months—had dodged them with effortless ease.
As if...
He had known in advance.
"Think carefully before answering. You only have one chance left." The hoarse voice spoke in a low tone.
Tensho turned his head. In his tiny ten-square-meter room sat an old-fashioned bulky computer. The voice had come from it.
"One chance..." Tensho felt irritated.
If he still failed to identify the man's ability correctly this time, he would lose his chance to change his fate.
Tensho looked down at his tattered pants, troubled.
"Are you sure this guy will destroy our world?" Tensho could not help asking the same question again.
Even though he had already asked it twice over the past three months.
"This is the third time you have asked me that question. Yes, he will