The three humans and one cat arrived in an azure space. There were no walls in the conventional sense; as far as the eye could see, walls made of blue Cubes stacked like bricks stretched endlessly upward, as though reaching straight into the heavens.
These were actually the "remains" of the Beyonders. Little Rich had collected them because they looked nice, and he could also use the energy within them to do a few things.
Unlike the Little Guy, they were absolute enemies, so it was perfectly normal to put them to use after their deaths.
Not far away stood a hall surrounded by blue walls. Little Rich was waiting there, and before his small figure floated the captured prisoner, spread-eagled in midair.
Its limbs were bound by scarlet chains, while a vast, intricate, and exquisite Magic Circle covered the floor beneath it. As for technological restraint measures, one only had to look at the large devices nearby—things no one could tell the purpose of, yet which looked incredibly formidable—to understand.
The Record Keeper's skeletal face no longer had a mouth. Where its mouth should have been was perfectly smooth, an effect of Chaos Magic, yet its steady, cutting voice continued to ring out:
"Hello, may I ask how you calculated that I would appear there?"
"Hello, human. Please answer my question. What do you think is the essence of this world?"
"Hello, could you tell me how many Concept Entities currently exist in the universe, and what abilities they possess?"
It just kept chattering like that, asking one question after another. If Little Rich showed no sign of answering within five seconds, it would take the initiative to switch to another question, tirelessly continuing its interrogation.
Little Rich could not even be bothered to look at it, treating it