Before him was not the familiar cabin Roger knew, no warm fire in the hearth, but a void, chaos where the entire world felt shattered and fragmented.
He looked up into the distance and saw a figure riddled with holes.
"Isn't this the life you've always longed for?"
"Isn't this the fundamental reason you resisted the summon and chose to stay in a strange world?"
A voice echoed from within, and Roger raised his head, scrutinizing the fragmented figure.
"This question is meaningless." His energy was empty; at this moment, he was like an ordinary person, unable to feel any transcendent power.
"I no longer hold any utilitarian value for you, so there's no need to construct a virtual world solely to pacify or gratify me."
"Unless you have ulterior motives." Upon saying this, Roger slowly raised his head.
"You hope I willingly hand over that part of my power. Although you've now seized them, you can't completely convert them, can you?"
Roger's eyes flickered.
"Exactly."
