Strange scenes flashed before his eyes.
A giant walking chicken spat out a Space Ring, and then took out several giant fish, each seven or eight meters long, from it. This walking chicken, entirely red with a tuft of blue feathers on its chest and belly, affectionately nuzzled him with its head.
"Foodie...?"
The scene flashed quickly.
A burly man had a gleam of appreciation in his eyes as he looked disdainfully at a figure wearing an apron.
"It's a pity. If we hadn't met like this today... maybe we could have been friends..."
In the scene, the figure in the apron spoke calmly.
"We could never be friends because I'm not interested in making friends with the dead."
Golden Light surged, and a figure vanished into nothingness.
"I'm back."
Snow drifted outside; inside the cozy house, everyone was waiting for him.
"Little One?... Little Junior Sister?... And the teacher?..."
