Goat Head nodded and said, "We're like dreams, nothing more than the impractical daydreams of those from the past and future."
Both Saints, along with Warrior Red Spirit, entered the city, where Warrior Red Spirit also saw those "Interferers."
In that moment, Warrior Red Spirit swore to the God of Fiction that even in the Fantasy World, the likes of these "characters" before his eyes were unlikely to exist!
"What the hell are these? You're telling me that these things that move in large-font translations, with no faces, like some kind of residue clumped together, are 'lifeforms'?"
Goat Head: "A massive amount of movement information from the lifeforms is lost, leading to large-font translations. Now, many people here are like this, and if they don't move in such a form, they would just turn into a pile of sand."
"Look, the pile you're stepping on, that's all their ashes."
Warrior Red Spirit was so startled that he quickly lifted his foot, but Goat Head waved his hand casually:
