Chapitre 102: Are Made Of This

The inky sound of the sentence "Our system is a bit emotional and insists on quickly executing intentions," was drawn with a calligraphy brush.

Reappearing as a luminous figure in the endless river of nopes, Ru read the voice as she swam against the current and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Everyone should want me," said a Ru who appeared in a square clearing in the infinite sky.

"Fuck me," Ru cursed. If someone had not pulled the plug of death and activated the drain of life, it would have floated there forever and polluted the river of nopes with curses.

That someone was Heise, who appeared in the ink stains on the water writing cloth. He cut Ru's cognitive string with his silk fan and wrote with a brush, "Bye, bitch!"

Ru rained like water from the void along black flowers and fell into a white sky. The surrounding notes drove him into a night of fast jazz. He clouded up on the stage and dripped onto Fanfar's body.