"Hey."
"What?"
Murder and his counterparts sat in Grillby's in a technologically advanced parallel universe, seemingly holding some kind of transdimensional drinks.
"Is it really okay for us to be taking it this easy?"
Killer poked the Grillby illusion in front of her with a bone dagger. After absorbing the dragon dagger, she seemed to have grown used to melee weapons with a similar shape.
"I mean, more and more Sanses seem to be joining us. Shouldn't we think about our finances?"
She looked at the white-haired girls beside her with a little concern.
During their later travels, many Sanses whose timelines had suffered "genocide" and could not be restored had volunteered to join them.
They all seemed to share the goal of helping their other selves.
There was Horror, a tall, big-sister type who was currently wolfing down a pixelated steak.
They had found her in a neutral universe, where the human seemed pretty strong and had a name like Aliza.
Regardless, with the power of the three who had barged in, the human had been killed instantly.
(Only Insanity had actually grown stronger. Murder's upgrades were mainly to resistance and appearance, while Killer's were mainly to functionality.)
There was DustBerry, a little white-haired girl who never wasted a moment she could spend practicing magic.
Her experiences seemed similar to Murder's, but she appeared to have dealt with the human for good through some means.
Something like absorbing six souls outright? In any case, Murder hadn't seemed to put much hope in those souls, but now it looked like a little hope might have been warranted.
There was also OuterDust, who had later sought them out herself, hoping to join them.
Anyway, there were a lot of people.
"No need to worry about finances or anything."
OuterDust seemed to