"This is the last time. From now on, the Feast-Goer will no longer answer your summons." After speaking, 005's body gradually faded and vanished into thin air.
Charles sat silently on the sofa, motionless, replaying everything he had just discussed with 005 and the information he had gathered from her.
I've confirmed one thing, at least, he thought. Hoping to find a way to preserve my humanity from 005 is absolutely impossible. First, 005 is a collective—I can't just shatter myself into thousands of pieces like her. Second, it's debatable whether this God even possesses humanity to begin with.
Around the circular table, more than a dozen Charleses began discussing their interactions with 005. The Charles from this plane had no leads, and neither did the Charleses from the other planes.
They had fallen into a perplexing situation: they wanted to achieve their goal but had no idea where to even begin.
