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"Oh yeah, blame it all on the system when the problem lies elsewhere," Sailor muttered. "If anything, the system is just helping us survive in here while you all try to—"
Before he could finish, Elayne covered his mouth with a thick layer of mushrooms and moss, silencing him completely.
He tried to use his soul to speak, but Elayne touched it gently. Chains of cursed energy wrapped around him, holding him still.
"Don't."
"…"
"Sorry again," Elayne said softly.
"Hm… no, it's fine," Blank replied with a faint smile. "He's not wrong."
"He isn't," Mark agreed. "But it's better not to say those things here. Tell us about your goddess, Blank. Are there other gods you worship?"
"Besides the White Mist Ghost Mother, we revere other legendary divinities like the Nether Titan, the former King of the Netherworld," Blank explained. "Many families worship him as their true god. Most Noble Races were born from his corpse, and this labyrinth where we live originated from him as well."
