[<status> World Destruction Probability 44% (▲21%p)]</status>
It had risen quite a bit, but for now, it was still within a stable range.
As if to reassure me, an extremely calm and rational baritone voice resonated in my ears.
“This is a first for me.”
“Yeah.”
Of course. If the regressor hadn’t experienced it, how would the transmigrator know?
Lost in thought, I felt a shadow fall over my head.
Thesilid had risen from his chair and approached me closely.
“Excuse me for a moment.”
He placed his hand on my head as if bestowing a blessing.
While he closed his eyes and concentrated, Carpeus’s curse echoed in my mind once again.
Human world.
If you return.
You will die.
“…”
Just as the discomfort became unbearable, he withdrew his hand.
He returned to his chair, sinking back into his seat with his hands clasped, his…
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