White Two already had an expression of dismay, but Wielder of the Will White wasn't done just yet. "Do you have any suggestions for your little brother who might be born not too far in the future?"
White Two rubbed his face as he felt his head start aching.
But then again... if Wielder of the Will White could really make Netherworld White No. Two, then he truly would become a veteran ruler of the Netherworld.
At that time, I wonder if the fat ball would disappear?
Actually, it should disappear. After all, the fat ball was different from him.
However, in the depths of his heart, he actually hoped that the fat ball wouldn't disappear—this was because if the fat ball remained, then things would stay interesting. He could work together with Netherworld White No. Two to torment the fat ball. Surprisingly, the scene felt rather exciting as he thought about it.
