I drew in a deep breath.
My body, which had felt heavy and waterlogged just moments ago, was suddenly invigorated, as if by some miracle.
Right now, I felt like I could do anything.
Pouring all my strength into it, I charged toward Muriel. The scythe blade was blocked by a shield made of divine power at a perilously close distance.
“This is troublesome.”
Muriel spoke in a sing-song tone.
“His regressions are for the sake of the world. And the Ribrilli you possess is like a balance beam that allows only the strictest absolute good. Below is a cliff, so the moment you oppose God, goodness, or the world, you will lose your qualification as the owner of the Holy Scythe.”
“Is there any value in a world that requires pushing a single person to their limits?”
“It’s a utilitarian calculation. Don’t you know the term…