The skeleton continued to sit inside the bar.
Listening to the conversation of the people in front of him.
The bones of his hand and skull rubbed together, producing a creaking sound.
What were they talking about? The skeleton wondered if there was something wrong with his hearing, although he didn't listen with his ears anymore, but with his soul.
Something about communicating with the world, getting the world's approval for qualifications and such, just sounded absolutely ridiculous.
Could they be boasting?
But looking at the hesitance of this group before him, it seemed as if they really believed it was possible, making him feel it was a bit of a fuss.
If such an act actually existed, then it would indeed be a fuss, but he still found it hard to believe, because no matter how he thought about it, it was just too absurd.
Could it be that through some peculiar method they achieved their goals? It's just that such a method was referred to as communicating with the world.
