"LOOK AT our daughter, Jericho."
"I can't believe "I" give birth in this world…"
Yuno watched 17 and Jericho bask in joy while sitting in the corner of the room, eating donuts while trying ti make sense of what was happening right now.
He was almost sure that this wasn't an illusion.
That world was definitely a parallel universe— a world where dungeons didn't exist, but pregnant men did.
I should have been born in this world.
It wasn't just because male pregnancy was possible there, okay?
The coward part of my heart is just jealous of how peaceful this world is.
"We shouldn't get tempted, though."
Yuno lifted his head and saw Jericho gently patting 17's head while carrying the baby girl in his arm.
"17, whether this world is real or not does not matter," Jericho said firmly. "It doesn't change the fact that this isn't our world— and that we need to return to the world where we came from. We can't stay here while our world is on the verge of getting destroyed."
Right?
