"Bren Lol, a rising craftsman from a noble's family in Dwarvenes! And then we have Alund Lol, sharing the blood as Bren Lol! These two are both brothers and rivals! Are you all excited to see which one of these two will prevail!" the host shouted his lungs out, filled with anticipation and excitement.
"YESSS!!!"
It was enough to incite the crowd's excitement. But nothing- the words of the host, the cheers of the crowd- none of them entered my ears.
{Your immersion rate is 20% now}
I was staring blankly at this thing. I had never experienced such a shock before in my life.
Unbeknownst to me, Sou had seen some of my memories, the dark ones at that. It was only now that I realized that his words were not because of my wits, it was because of my memories.
Were the 'rules' playing a new trick on me as a punishment? If so, I had to discipline the 'rules' when my 'advent' was complete. This time, they went too far.
"Fuck…"
