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Just as Lyle rejoiced over the miracle in his hands, an even greater miracle had erupted in a place he was familiar with.
The Literary Society had collapsed, and when they stood up again, their inner selves had been twisted by the Evil God.
They stood up, their eyes filled with terror, speaking words no liches could understand, a pitiful barrier isolating the Literary Society from the world.
One of them raised his hand to cover his ears, as if clutching an air telephone, "Ah, it looks like I've been captured by the mechanism. Hmm, no matter, I'll find a way to escape. Although the ones facing me look scary, they'll never be a match for my mad scientist self. Oh right, if I don't contact you in thirty minutes, please tell my parents that I love them, El Psy Congoo."
A space cleared around him.
Even those who were equally panicked as he was, considered him an anomaly.
"That's... a case of chuunibyou, isn't it?"
"Hm, looks like a human, such a pitiful human."
