Bottle neck

'Hours!'

'Hours' was his greatest enemy, his mind couldn't help spun high at top gear to figure a way out of this possible misery, before speaking.

"As we can all see, they are yet of age. And yet we can't afford to possibly wait a thousand years later or even a century less, for the new reincarnates of the gods' totem father's.

"So I suggest, in order to prevent such from escalating, five years is enough!."

"I accept." The golden crown man, thought for a moment before he replied.

"Wait, won't they be killed before then?."The robust muscular middle-aged man said, with a hint of questioning.

"No, unless someone has a death wish!" The skeletal figure, struck the ground with a silver blood staff, causing the whole hall to vibrate with an ominous vibe.

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During the following days, Tobi's experiments went from errors to countless failures, this made him feel like he was tackling everything from the wrong angle.