"You're too weak."
Death Mad looked at Ash, who appeared to be just a mature woman, but her words were filled with an age-old arrogance that could crush Ash: "It's time to return everything to us."
"Return?" Ash almost laughed out of anger.
"Of course return. From the first second you arrived in this world, we've had the power to replace your existence. The fact that you've lived until now is because we allowed it, not because you deserve it."
"Isn't this just robbery logic? It's my life, and I'm supposed to thank you for allowing me to have it?"
"But it is also the life of the Final Observer." Death Mad glanced at him: "If you were given a chance to return to before you traveled... No, if you could freely travel between the mage world and the original world now, would you care that you're depriving the 'original world's Ash' of his life?"
Ash was momentarily speechless, and after a while, he reluctantly said, "Such a hypothesis is meaningless."
