"Free... will?"
Bologue looked at Aimou curiously.
This scenario, at this moment, an alchemy puppet is discussing free will with him, Bologue found it odd, yet somehow reasonable.
This is an absurd and bizarre world, everyone should get used to it, whether it's Aimou or Bologue.
Bologue's body relaxed, like the warmth after a bonfire party, everyone gathered around the dying fire, as darkness gradually swallowed everything, casually chatting in peacefulness.
"You ask me what kind of impact replacing the Philosopher's Stone will have on me, regarding this, specifically what will happen, I truly don't know, I haven't yet experienced a replacement."
The Constant Motion Core runs smoothly, behind heavy metal, the brilliant and pure Philosopher's Stone remains still inside, emitting a gentle glow, stirring the residual ether.
Aimou continued, "But I can vaguely guess."
"Guess what happens afterward?"
