Who Says I’m Not a Legitimate Adventurer?

“No—you’ve returned to the starting point. That is the end.”

“No.”

Alvis did not stop walking. He took another step forward.

“For a circle, the starting point is the end, and the end is also the starting point. Since this is the starting point, how can it be said that I’ve reached the end?”

He kept walking, one loop after another, tireless.

This was not merely sophistry—it was an unbreakable logical loop.

In the end, bound by an ancient contract that prevented him from violating the wager, the ferryman felt an unbearable irritation.

Unwilling to let this mortal continue circling endlessly on his shore—an eyesore and an obstruction—

Enraged and humiliated, the ferryman could only lash out and kick Alvis straight out of the underworld.