AKUDAMAX [Ending]
You have received—reappropriated, by rights—the tools you needed. In the end, you are gathered on the floor of one very tall and quite humid factory. Perhaps it's exciting, for those of you who thought you were dead. Perhaps the news that you are fundamentally altered is shaking. And besides, it's not as if there are a lot of snacks or drinks in the factory. You've had a long, difficult fight.
So now, you are offered the choice. This world? Your own? Yet another's? Is there a distinction between separate timelines that you need to decide about?
Good luck, to those who will be known forever as the infamous X-Class Akudama.
So now, you are offered the choice. This world? Your own? Yet another's? Is there a distinction between separate timelines that you need to decide about?
Good luck, to those who will be known forever as the infamous X-Class Akudama.
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I've accomplished what I needed to in my world. There's nothing left for me to do.
The world isn't going to miss one sinner.
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There's other worlds you can go to. Writing yourself off as a sinner without doing anything to balance out the wrong that you've done is a defeatist's attitude.