NGNL: Can't humans do that

The palms of his hands that were covered with fever were unconsciously covered with slippery sweat. His thumb subconsciously stroked the linen wrapped around the handle of the dagger. Su'er once again felt that magical illusion - he seemed to be standing at the fork in the road of fate.

He could only rely on his own judgment to act without seeing the way forward. His choice was related to his remaining life... and the future.

It was just like the nights before he was exiled from the colony.

His thighs were raised twitchingly, but they were put back down in the next second. After repeating this several times, Su'er finally stood up on tiptoe. Think was still sitting there, motionless as if he was asleep, never looking up, and didn't say anything.

The distance between him and Think was getting closer and closer, throat, lower abdomen, chest... Su'er eyes swept over these parts hidden under the robe. At this distance, as long as he rushed forward, Think might be seriously injured again, or even die on the spot.

His five fingers moved restlessly on the handle of the dagger. The initial burning sensation had disappeared, and Su'er inexplicably felt that his dagger was extremely cold.

"Do all the humans in the world before Mr. Monkey have the same power as you?"

In this silence that made Su'er nerves tense to the limit, Think voice suddenly rang in his ears. Without opening his eyes or raising his head, her voice inexplicably made Su'er feel a little cold amid the buzzing of various instruments on the submarine.

"...No", Su'er answered calmly, Surprisingly without any panic: "There is no supernatural power in our world."

"So is it possible that the mutation occurred after you came to this world?"

"It's possible. After all, some fruits are sweet and sour on the south bank of the river, but sour and unpalatable on the north bank of the river. It's hard to draw a conclusion without a second or even more examples for comparison."

"Indeed, in the past, many summoned alien creatures were enough to cause harm to ordinary creatures just by their mere existence... Mr. Monkey's way of thinking is very interesting, isn't it?"

"Really? Then I have to thank Miss Nirvalen for the compliment."

"You're welcome~, this is the compliment you deserve - so are you going to do it?"

In the casual chat between two good friends, Su'er had unknowingly squatted next to Think, and the pupils of the six-ringed creatures had opened at some point and were staring at him.

"...Just wanted to see if I could pry it open", saying a lie that no one believed, Su'er looked down at Think ankle.

"Ah~, is that so~", she answered lightly, and Think even stretched out the leg curled up under the robe in front of Su'er, as if the question she had just raised did not exist at all.

Although it was stained with a lot of dirt and traces of coagulated blood, it was still possible to see the original whiteness and delicateness of Think skin. There was no fat on her slender calves. The only thing that destroyed this beauty was the ring locked on the ankle.

There was no gap, and it was just nonsense that Su'er said subconsciously to pry with a dagger. But at this moment, he was seriously practicing this lie, constantly knocking on the ring with a dagger, making a crisp sound.

"... In your world, what color is the sky?", as comfortable as if she was at home, Think seemed to expose her weaknesses in front of Su'er without any precautions, and her eyes were closed again, as if she was asking questions in a dream.

"This world once had the sun," said Su'er briefly at the beginning. He tried to tear the ring off Think ankle, but failed after several attempts. "Although I heard from Okein that it was destroyed countless years ago."

"And there is also atmosphere and clouds on this planet now, so...if the sun really still exists, then there must be a blue sky, right?" Su'er sat cross-legged on the ground and thought, "Just like the color of the sea, have you seen the sea?"

"Ah, where those idiots live," Think nodded in affirmation, "but isn't it dark black?"

"...Pfft, I can't express it clearly," Su'er was stunned for a while and then suddenly laughed, "To be more precise, it should be the color of the shallow sea under the sunlight."

Although he didn't know who the idiot Think just mentioned was, he suddenly realized that he was also an idiot who was describing it so simply now - it would be a miracle if she could understand it.

"Really? It sounds really good~", but Think agreed lightly, "No need to try again. If you can't use the spirit to accurately disconnect the connection points inside, you can't take it off safely. Violent direct disassembly will only cause an explosion... Maybe you can try?"

Silently, Su'er just shook his head after a moment.

"Then what about cutting off this foot directly?" Su'er suddenly thought of a way, "This is not like those slaves wearing it around the neck, just cut off the foot and take it off and then connect it back... It should be possible to connect it back?"

After all, after removing this lock, Think can use magic to heal herself again.

"Hahahaha", as if hearing a very funny joke, Think was stunned for a moment and then suddenly laughed, "It's really a cruel suggestion for myself, but I refuse this method that will make me incomplete~"

"The most important thing is that if it is not put into dormancy by disconnecting the connection point, it will also explode when it suddenly detects that it has lost its restraints... Do you understand?" Think continued without any hesitation: "So if Mr. Monkey wants to kill me, now is the best opportunity."

Once again, Think was even inviting Su'er to do it to her.

"The body that usually flows with spirits has become sour and weak after suddenly losing the operation of spirits. The wound on the abdomen has only repaired the epidermis, and the internal organs are still in constant pain..."

Su'er just listened to the light golden haired Elf exposing all its weakness and fragility at the moment like crazy-he found that he could not guess what this Elf was thinking at all.

What is she thinking?

Does she really not care about her own life?

Or was it just a show of weakness to lure him into making the first move?

Su'er Adam's apple moved slightly.

Think eyes fell on Su'er dagger, which had long been soaked with sweat. He even boldly placed his locked leg on Su'er legs, rubbing them playfully.