Kazuki did something he hadn't done in years. He closed his eyes. He ignored the logical part of his brain—the part that filled out Excel sheets, that calculated retirement funds, that told him fantasy worlds aren't real . He listened to the smaller voice. The one that had been quiet since he was seven, holding a beetle in his hands.
"This new world. Is it... is it interesting?" Kazuki did something he hadn't done in years
If he chose Retain, he would keep the weight. But he would also keep the chance to do something else . Even at 35. Even mediocre. Even harmless. that calculated retirement funds
Then he looked at the screen again.