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Chapter 611

Day 127 – Morning, White Weirdo Inn

How is this world built, anyway? Money? Power? Love? Friendship? Desire? Hatred? There’s no way things like that could create a world. Ideals and emotions have no place here. This world is surely built on false accusations! And also, pummeling!?

The world dims, losing its luster, its vibrant colors fading into monochrome. Time distorts and stagnates, and in the heavy, blue moment, white light sparks, slicing through the stream of time. Sword clashes stir turbulent air, scattering gales, riding the wind, weightless, like a fleeting flower petal dancing in the swirl of chaos, drifting backward to escape!

Landing, immediately tapping the floor with the tips of the toes. Stepping with martial technique, footwork finesse, dance-like stepping.

A drumroll of rapid strikes hammers the floor, warping the world. With each thundering step, 『Shukuchi』 activates, a blur of movement back and forth, right and left, rushing wildly in