In a certain abnormal dimension, there stood a cluster of ruins, where The Cursed God and his workers had turned it into a construction site bathed in bright light, with excavators, bulldozers, and other heavy machinery operating methodically... They were dismantling this group of relics.
"About one-tenth has been demolished, and we've triggered curse warnings five times. Our work has been very effective. Last night, I saw a white ghost waving its hand by the construction site toilet, shouting in some different dimensional language..."
"Oh, that ghost-like thing? I know what it was shouting. It was saying 'there's danger below'... Eh, just ignore this kind of talk. When is there not a danger in our line of work? The greater the risk, the more it shows I've come to the right place."
"Yeah, we came here because the curses here are strong, didn't we!"
