My colleagues and I talked a lot about the stage we just conquered, mostly saving our species from the snails’ reign and getting rid of pursuers. Of course, our chat didn’t lack trash-talking.0

“We really need to do something about the Inquisitor!” the Black Witch huffed and puffed as if she was sick of him. “I don’t know what he’s thinking. Well, I kind of understand, but it makes me even angrier! People usually don’t go that far.”0

“Well, I guess it’s because he’s not normal,” the Viper said indifferently, not looking very good. Ever since learning that the Inquisitor had ruled the world alone for two hundred years, the Viper had a strange expression on his face. He shrugged. “He’s lived his whole life like that. He won’t change now.”0

“There is something more important than that right now,” I said, “Remember the reward, everyone.”0

“Huh? Reward?”0

“Yes, we haven’t received the reward for clearing the thirty-first floor yet, right? It said that the reward for the thirty-first floor would be given on the thirty-second floor, but we were once again told that the reward for the thirty-second floor would be given on the thirty-third floor. The rewards we’re supposed to get keep being delayed.”1

The Countess rested her chin on the end of her fan, her eyes sparkling. Among High Rankers, she was particularly sensitive...0