Revisions to the Game | Chapter 1 | Motive
Spec snickers slyly into their hands as they continue on.
“As seen from earlier, it’s very easy for me to take away your functions. As lovely talents, what could that possibly mean? If you can’t do the math, then I’ll do it for you! If one of you doesn’t kill someone any time soon, consider the function that allows you to use your talent permanently gone!”
They even start waving at nothing in particular to emphasize their farewells.
“Au revoir, hands! Adios, voice! Sayonara, legs! Goodbye to all~.”
“And for some of you, losing your talent might as well be losing your life. How useful will you be without your talent? There won’t be a second chance with these. You won’t be able to find them from beating up enemies, and you won’t find them in the Ruby Market either. Poof!”
They spread their arms wide into the air, and a puff of smoke emerges, shrouding them in the makeshift cloud. It disappears just as quickly as it had arrived. It seems Spec followed in tow, for they’re no longer in sight.
Even though he’s not there, you hear his faint voice whispering at the back of your mind.
“So, it’s up to you to decide. Are you going to kill?”