By the time I finally stopped committing crimes against undead society, the ground was still full of walking undeads.
And...me.
And a ridiculous amount of loot.
"Eunji," Kael called out, voice cutting through my very productive looting spree, "inventory's full."
I froze mid-scoop.
Slowly looked down at my arms.
Then at the ground.
Then back at my arms.
"…define full."
"Define you're about to start stuffing cores into your armor," Zeref muttered.
The sun above the ruined city was already dipping, the sky turning that annoying shade of orange that screams you should have stopped hours ago.
Keiji stepped forward, already in his calm, responsible mode.
"We move out. We've cleared enough for today. We finish the rest of Floor 26 and the boss tomorrow."
I didn't argue.
Which should've alarmed them.
Because I was busy.
Hugging.
A lot.
I mean… a lot.
Cores stacked in my arms like I was hoarding emotional support rocks.
Some were slipping.
Some were poking my chin.
