Ah... I know you're strong, but isn't this a bit too strong?!!
After hearing Leon's account of the events, the red-haired director who had come with a determination to die felt her mind go blank as if it had crashed, losing the ability to speak momentarily.
Looking at the God corpses piled like a mountain on the Origin Mud Plate and the "survivors" bound to Leon, the director's usually exquisite and animated features took on a rare expression of dullness.
After a prolonged silence, she couldn't help but reach over and pinch Leon's thigh hard.
"Why are you pinching me?"
Suddenly pinched for no reason, Leon, who was explaining the situation to her, frowned slightly, grabbed her hand, which was about to pinch him again, and spoke with a hint of displeasure:
"If you want to know if you're dreaming, you should pinch yourself. Pinching me doesn't hurt you."
"No... I can still differentiate between dreams and reality."
