The pointer was still moving, Kuromki Ryūji's memories in his mind had disappeared, and he looked bewilderedly at the pointer before him.
It was moving very fast.
However, what could be certain was that those things were all different from each other.
"A double probability lottery?" Kuromki could not judge where the pointer was pointing, nor could he tell what the squares it indicated contained.
What would happen if I stopped the pointer with my finger?
Thinking this, Kuromki decisively reached out and pressed the disc.
"Swish" came a crisp sound, and Kuromki stared blankly as his index finger flew off and landed in a cup of noodles.
"Damn." Kuromki truly didn't know how to describe his feelings at the moment.
It didn't hurt; the muscle at the wound was white, no liquid flowed out, it looked as if the index finger had nothing to do with him.
