'Can't you come up with something original? Enough of this doom and gloom shit. What about my loan?'
{Now that you have recovered, you can pay it with souls. Just kill undead like you always do.}
'Then {Recursion} will always have that judgment crap?'
{Only if you use more than you have.}
'Fucking capitalist! Ugh, whatever. I'm going now!'
{See you around... Buddy.}
'Huh? Wait a fucking minute? {Rewind}? You fucking asshole!'
Then I felt my consciousness being pulled out, like I was going through a warp.
***
I then opened my eyes and saw a world of white.
"I'm getting really tired of this white world shit. Who is it this time?"
"That would be my fault."
I turned to see the Slayer. He was wearing the same armor, but he wasn't wielding his polearm. In reflex, I clenched my hands into fists and got into a boxing stance.
"[Inventory]. Ebony, ivory!"