Black Zero always kept a brooding expression and was, at other times, aloof, but this time, Roy noticed a look which could only be defined as grave.
"My starting passive skill—do you remember what it's called?" he asked.
"Uhm…" Roy tried to remember and snapped his fingers repeatedly. "Chaos Curse!"
"You are a cursed one of chaos, cursed to never be able to ignore its presence and are invariably drawn to it like a moth to a flame," Abraham narrated, as though reading out from a script.
"Okay… is that the description of the skill?"
The C-Class Executioner nodded solemnly, faced ahead, and continued walking.
Roy stood there, confused, and waiting in anticipation for Abraham to stop and explain how that was connected to figuring out the fundamental law of universal entropy and why they didn't have "much time."
But it was when Abraham had gotten up to fifteen meters away that Roy realized the man had said all he wanted to say and was proceeding with the agenda for the day.
