"This is the last time. From now on, the Feast-Goer will no longer answer your summons." After speaking, 005's body gradually faded and vanished into thin air.
Charles sat silently on the sofa, motionless, replaying everything he'd just discussed with 005 and the information he'd gathered from her.
At this moment, he first confirmed one thing: hoping to find a way to preserve his humanity from 005 was absolutely impossible.
First, 005 was a collective—he himself couldn't shatter into thousands of pieces like her. Second, whether this God even had humanity was up for debate.
Around the circular table, more than a dozen Charleses began discussing their contacts with 005. This plane's Charles had no leads, and neither did the Charleses from the other planes.
Now they'd all fallen into a very awkward situation: they wanted to reach their goal, but had no idea where to even begin.
