"—Are you sure no one's watching it?"
Villand's voice was a little strained.
Reason told him that before the main mission was completed, any distraction was suicide; but desire told him that risk and reward were proportional—once you sit down at the gambling table, as long as you're mentally prepared to lose everything, you have a chance to win more.
After struggling in the Reincarnation Space for so long, those naive guys who wanted everything to be peaceful, who wanted to muddle along on zero‑risk missions, had already been squeezed dry of their last drop of blood by the Space, turned into fodder for the growth of the younger generation.
Every veteran who survived was an ambitious, fanatical gambler, best at turning his own and others' lives into chips and shoving them all‑in onto the house's table.
There is no steady happiness in the Main God Space.
Only Death, endlessly closing in.
Lilith smiled faintly, obviously having already foreseen the captain's inner struggle.
