Chapitre 417: Who is it this time? [2/2]

'Can't you come up with something original? Enough of this doom and gloom shit. What about my loan?'

{Now that you have recovered, you can pay it with souls. Just kill undead like you always do.}

'Then {Recursion} will always have that judgment crap?'

{Only if you use more than you have.}

'Fucking capitalist! Ugh, whatever. I'm going now!'

{See you around... Buddy.}

'Huh? Wait a fucking minute? {Rewind}? You fucking asshole!'

Then I felt my consciousness being pulled out, like I was going through a warp.

***

I then opened my eyes and saw a world of white.

"I'm getting really tired of this white world shit. Who is it this time?"

"That would be my fault."

I turned to see the Slayer. He was wearing the same armor, but he wasn't wielding his polearm. In reflex, I clenched my hands into fists and got into a boxing stance. 

"[Inventory]. Ebony, ivory!"