The Scale (1)

To make money, I had to make items.

And to make items, I had to use a scalpel to cut the bones of an entity presumed to be a god into small pieces.

Because of that, I kept myself busy every day for the past week.

Scritch, scritch, scritch, scritch—

Today as well, I started the day by using a scalpel as soon as I woke up, diligently scraping at the bone that refused to be cut, as though sawing through it.

‘It feels kind of nice to feel like I'm working.’

At first, I'd done this to earn stones.

But by now, most Japanese people had become capable of copying stones.

As the supply of currency within the safe zone where the survivors had gathered grew explosively, the amount of praise—if it could be called praise—directed at me had also increased tremendously.

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