Capítulo 212: Post – Congenital Perfect Creative Imagery

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Getting Kim's permission to look around, Tayaw goes to the nearest shelf near him and grabs a record. He however notices that the record cover is bare, not even a word written on it. Tayaw looks at the others and they too do not have anything written in them. 'Probably just a representation of the View Point exchange. Just like the roulette.' Tayaw realizes.

As he looks around more however, a strange feeling dawn upon him.

The towering shelves around him, spreading to the distance like buildings, along with remembering the numbers Kim spouted to him earlier, is giving him an overwhelming sense of being very small.

That feeling of insignificance however is fueling a budding sense of responsibility.

"The only bridge between these great works and my world is me. What happens when I die eventually? Will these disappear along with me?" Tayaw cannot help but feel the pressure.