As the strength drained from my fist, comments about my future self began to swirl around me, as if they had been waiting for this moment.
[‘The Spirit Word that Builds the World’ admonishes not to resent too much.]
[‘The Eyes Watching the Chaos of All Things’ informs that they too were deceived by the cycle, a pitiful child.]
“My future self? Even so, how could they compare to me, who’s only on the 101st round?”
I crossed my arms and sneered, but then…
[‘The Balancer of Harsh Words’ twitches the corner of their mouth.]
[‘The Architect of the Tower of Trials’ clears their throat.]
[‘The Scale Judging Souls’ chuckles slyly.]
[‘The Eyes Watching the Chaos of All Things’ gives a sympathetic look.]
The reactions coming back were strange.
“…No way?”
[‘The Spirit Word that Builds the World’ says that your future self was on the 117th round.]
“Oh, my goodness. What kind of baseless number is that? I can’t even imagine.”
For a moment, I almost felt pity, but then…
[‘The…