“…You really like this face.”
Reed, feeling a bit embarrassed, averted his gaze and took the couple’s portrait off the wall, holding it in his hands.
“Aren’t you going to put it in your subspace storage?”
“I don’t think I can use magic in this dungeon. The dungeon’s constraints are quite strong.”
“Probably to stay true to the original story.”
“Perhaps.”
Even though he had lost his powers and was weakened, Reed didn’t show as much displeasure as one might expect. If this had been right after starting his 101st regression, he would have been consumed by self-loathing. But it seems that conquering the world together had significantly improved his mental state.
[ The guest has accepted the request. The deadline is today at 10 p.m.]
“Reed, can you finish it by 10 p.m. tonight?”
“Honestly, I’m not confident. You picked quite a difficult request.”
“Oh no, I’m sorry.”
“It can’t be helped. The…
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