Chapitre 67: Create the apocalypse

Alm's expression twisted in bewilderment. "What the hell is this?! How are we supposed to do anything in this state!?" exclaimed Alm, his voice filled with outrage.

Both tried, unsuccessfully, to move their nonexistent limbs, resulting in a ridiculous scene of chaotic flailing.

Alm's frustration reached its peak, and he unleashed a string of curses, questioning the sanity of the universe and his own existence. "Who comes up with this stuff? Is the system really trying to save itself or completely screw us over?"

Bruno, while trying to cope with the situation, couldn't help but nervously laugh, his strange laughter echoing as he spoke. "Just look at us! From a giant whale to skeletons, and now... vacuum cleaners. This is pathetic!"

Unable to contain his anger, Alm sarcastically remarked, "Is the mission to vacuum the galaxy? Bruno, are you ready to be the hero of universal cleaning?"

[Main mission initiated]