A new day, a beautiful day.
Bologue stepped into a brief vacation. Although the vacation was only a few days, the feeling of having nothing to do was quite nice.
Climbing out of bed, the feeling of getting on track became clearer in his mind, but it was inevitably followed by a lingering cold sensation.
It hovered over Bologue's head, always pricking his nerves at unexpected moments.
The Chess Player...
Fortunately, Bologue didn't let his doubts about the Chess Player trouble him for long, treating them as his own wild thoughts. After all, he wasn't even a Condenser yet and had no ability to enter the game.
First, he needed to become a Condenser. Thinking about these things now would only lead to pointless mental exhaustion.
"Ah..."
