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"They don't just know about the ghosts, Lorelei...I think they are the ghosts!"

:O!! Lorelei seemed to be quite surprised indeed at this revelation.

She couldn't believe it, she just couldn't believe it. Those fashionable people over there were actually ghosts!

If they were ghosts did that mean their fashion was also dead?

Do-does this mean my sense of fashion is also a thing of the past?!

No, wait wait. If I'm sure, fashion follows a cycle right? Just like reincarnation! That's right! These ghost must have come back to the world to bring the fashion of the past back! I'm not outdated, I'm on the cutting edge!

"You are the owner of Crona, my Oress, are you not?"

The contrast-ghost approached the still ecstatic Lorelei.

"Indeed!" Lorelei stretched out her arms upwards in an exaggerated fashion with a much more exaggerated accent, then after a pause awkward for everyone else involved she continued in a much more natural tone, "I mean, indeed I am, not indeed am not."

Clarification is very important



""A-Ah, the person in charge? That would be a woman named Opine Frazil...b-but she doesn't really talk to any of Us, much less the Tested...s-so I guess any of Us would be able to answer your questions."

The boy shifted his gaze once more, clearly uncomfortable.

Opine Frazil eh? Whoever she is, the mere mention of her name is enough to instill fear in children, Mr. X conjectured, clearly misinterpreting Meil's actions.

And these children, are they different than the tested? Mr. X changed his gaze to the back of each of their bare hands. Those "superior beings" or whatever said the only way out of the test reality was to win the competition, and that the competition consisted of fighting other tested. Mr. X's smile would then fade, then casting his gaze to the small boy who looked like he was going to collapse at any moment, and the small girl who caringly stood beside him. Something tightened at the back of Mr. X's throat.

So does that mean others who are not tested have no means of getting out of the test reality?

...

Are these kids going to remain here forever?

Mr.X expression became slightly pained as he looked at a patch of ground off to his right. His fists tightened and his teeth gritted.

Don't fuck with me! I'll break your shitty game, find a way out, and rescue them too!

A few tense moments passed and the boy clearly became more uncomfortable. Well I guess that's to be expected. Mr. X expression once more softened.

"Yeah, I'll probably have more questions later, but first why don't we do some self introductions?" A voice that beamed with renewed brightness came from a face with a grin which seemed much more natural than the one before.

"You can call me Mr. X, hero extraordinaire," A single confident thumb pointed to the star-man's face, "what can I call you two?"