Annan was struck by a flicker of disdain in his heart.
——"I definitely do not want to merge with him."
Annan subconsciously wanted to use a spell... but realized he couldn't cast anything. He was unable to use spells or swordsmanship——it was as if he wasn't a Transcendent at all, but an ordinary person.
Not only himself, but Vladimir was in the same position.
It was only then that Annan suddenly realized——whether it was the Tragedy Writer or the Absolver, ever since Vladimir had started to explain his abilities, they couldn't hear their voices anymore.
"...Is this a dream?"
"Exactly, this is indeed a dream,"
Vladimir said frankly, "This is a lucid dream. It's another world, a world not interfered by 'Fate'...
"Then why should the world we were in before be considered real? That might also be a dream, which is why such bizarre coincidences occur——because they are designed by fate."
"You've gone mad."
Annan frowned tightly, "Is it because of your contact with the Worm?"
