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The Monarch of Decay toyed with the contamination from the City of Calamity in his hand.
His nearly human appearance was merely a layer of mimicry. His fingers, serving as "roots," invaded the contamination on a conceptual level, digging for the mystical connections and information he needed. But he found nothing. The City of Calamity still could not break through its seal. It seemed all this little clump of contamination could do was create a horrifying telegraph office in Bansy.
Adam was some distance away, watched over by eyes and tentacles. Amon had been temporarily let out. It was so quiet here that there seemed to be no living creatures at all.
Useless stuff. There's too little even to use against a future Red Priest or Calamity of Destruction. Having thoroughly studied the contamination, the Outer Deity deftly isolated its ability to "contaminate other things" and casually tossed it into a corner of this space. As a god who had successfully controlled a sefirah, he possessed sufficient status and ability even in his incomplete state. Adam watched the scene silently without speaking. The Outer Deity did not strike up a conversation with him either. He picked up the latest issue of today's Backlund Daily from beside him and passed the time reading it line by line.
Reading with eyes. What a classical activity.
Alphabetic writing still carried slightly less information than ideographic writing. Add in its particular grammar and tenses, and a report that could be settled in three lines of Chinese expanded to six in Loenese. Naturally, a single newspaper contained two newspapers' worth of material. No wonder it could sell for 1 penny (3-4 yuan).
On the fourth day after Capim's entire household exploded, interest in the case finally waned a little, but it still occupied prime