Marseille had a dream.
Like all dreams, its content was ambiguous and distorted. The only information that his fleeting consciousness could capture was a dim view, as well as a sense of narrowness, warmth, and extreme security.
There were no worries, no pain, no hunger. All negative emotions and excessive emotional fluctuations were reset to zero; there was nothing to think about, nothing to do, only a sense of pure safety and comfort remained.
One could call it bliss.
But even bliss could not last forever.
Annnoying bugs were crawling around him; he knew these bugs couldn't hurt him and that it didn't matter if he ignored them. However, these bugs kept him from immersing himself in absolute comfort. Whether they crawled or flew, they caused agitation. Irritation and frustration accumulated at an uncommonly rapid pace, and it was at this moment that a voice vibrated in his consciousness.
——Just destroy them.
——Just destroy them and it'll be fine.
