A space with a certain noble atmosphere.

There was a man there.

No, to say one would be disrespectful.

You should call it a pillar.

There's something like a crystal, peeking at it and laughing at Niyanya.

There,

"What are you looking at?

It's a woman's voice.

"No, you moved your soul from the Alpha world to the Beta world a while ago, didn't you? Certainly about 18 years ago.

"Oh, you did say you mishandled your memory or something?

"Yes, that. That kid, he just happened to get his memory back. It's really funny how they call me Reaper right now. No, when I misremembered, I thought I failed, but it's good to be back. They make booze quickly and contribute to the development of culture."

"Surely the last time your soul was Reversi and Trump? Before that, you were a hand pump. Alpha, cultural development is wonderful. Beta, by comparison, isn't going very well."

"Because it's a soul move to get rid of it. Beta's banning weapons of mass destruction instead. Magic can't be extensively effective at exterminating magic... but humans go to war in every world. I wonder if it's a setup mistake for the Creator God."

"If you say that, and the Creator asks you, you'll get your arm cut off, won't you?

"Oh, scary scary scary. Well, let's get back to it, it's the soul I sent to Beta, but it's funny, so I put down a little protection. Well, I just bottomed up my abilities a little bit and added value to the accessories I have."

"You can't overdo it, can you? Because it's out of balance."

"It's okay, it's just a little bit"

"Then you're welcome. Underworld God."