The Artist Who Paints Dungeon

Chapter 64



“Sister.”

“Yes, my foolish younger sister.”

“Yes, my foolish younger sister is here. Is your research going well?”

“Not bad.”

My sister raised her head as she wrote something fluently with a quill made of carved emerald, then put it down.

Her black, swaying hair, resembling the deep sea, flowed like waves. She smiled like the fierce deep sea.

“Of all the dimensions I know, the human race is the most diverse. The technology that utilizes the brain varies greatly from individual to individual, and the range is wide, from appearance to emotions.”

“You really like humans, Sister.”

“What are the limits of humans? I thought it would be the end, but in another dimension, a crazy individual that surpasses those limits appears... I can’t stop my research.”

“Then, isn’t there no limit to the human race?”

“There are humans who have become gods in some dimension. But that doesn’t mean that gods are the final point of humans, so isn’t it important to collect samples in one way or another?”

“That’s definitely true.”

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