When I woke up from my sleep, I was still in that room.

　A room where the flow of time is different from the outside.
　Once I entered the room, I couldn't leave for 24 hours, at first I was mass-producing experience crystals, but gradually I became tired and sleepy.

　Since the space was still empty, I slept with an arm pillow on the ground, but it was a surprisingly good night's sleep.

'It must have been Emily's fault,'

　This room she tended to is warm and bright and still emits temple-like vibrations.
　I could sleep there, either directly on the floor or with my arms bent as a pillow.
　I woke up feeling completely exhausted and refreshed without any physical pain.

'Well,'

　I stood up and looked up above me.
　The clock was there, the one my friends had told me about.
　The clock started at zero when I entered and will soon be circling back around.

　It's almost 24 hours old.

　I did some light work on the production of experience crystals, from bullets to slime, just to exercise my sleep.
　I wonder how much I had earned in a whole day, including breaks.
　One minute of real time in the outside world.

　I was suddenly looking forward to going outside to see how much I had earned in that one minute.

　The clock spun further and there was one minute left.

'Oops.'

　The door appeared in front of me.
　The door that had disappeared right after I entered the room, the door that hadn't come out no matter how much I used the key, reappeared with a minute left.

　He put his hand on the knob and opened the door.

　I could see the room on the other side, the room of the original world.

　The sun was shining through the trees on the floor, and the shadows of the trees in the garden were swaying at a very slow pace.

　Twenty-four hours over here is one minute over there.
　By simple calculation, there is a difference of 1,440 times the flow of time.

　The shadows were swaying at a frighteningly slow pace.

　In the meantime, the time remaining on the clock was less than 30 seconds.

'It's early, but I want to make sure we get out, or even if we can get out at this stage.

　While muttering this, I tried to step over the door - at that moment.

　A white lightning went through my head.
　I felt a swooping sensation, like a newcomer to a robot animation.

　Thirty seconds.

　A different stream of time.

　Accelerated bullets.

　I took out an accelerator bullet from my belongings.
　A bullet that would accelerate the opponent that was struck into it for thirty seconds, making them able to move.

　When you're in the room, if you go there, it's 1440 times more accelerated.
　Why don't we shoot even more accelerated bullets in that state?

　Let's try .......

　I loaded the bullet and shot the accelerator bullet into myself.

　The world accelerates.
　The clock in the room slows down.
　I'm in an accelerated room, and I'm accelerating even more.

　That means that the world outside has slowed down even more.

　The shadows have almost stopped moving, just like when I saw the super slow motion camera, the shadows sometimes move a little bit as if they remembered.

　It's kind of funny, I thought to myself, .......

“--!

　The suddenness of the thing made me strain my eyes.
　Right in front of me, on the other side of the door, something popped up for a second and then poof, it was gone.

　It was impossible.
　Now I'm looking at a world that has been slowed down to, let's say, thousands of times.
　It's impossible to appear and disappear in that super slow motion.

　It's not possible ...... is.

　I stare at it with my eyes, concentrate my consciousness and look at it.
　It was there.

　That "something" kept flickering, floating there and then disappearing.

　Somehow, I thought.
　It could be that it had been there all along and I just hadn't seen it.
　I wondered if it was only after this double acceleration that I noticed it.

　When I thought about it, I wanted to know what it was.

　Staring, observing.
　The intervals were constant.

　I concentrated even more, and reached for the next one in the double-accelerated world at the right time - the next time I reached for it.

'There it is!'

　I feel a sensation, almost a spinal reflex to grab it.

　The moment he grabbed it, it flickered before, but it took on a distinct form.

　It is a sword.
　An ornamental sword, old-fashioned and ceremonial.

　Is it entirely intuitive, or was it inspired?

　Two figures appeared in my mind: a mirror and a gemstone.

"The Kusanagi Sword: ......

　Either I've been looking for it all along, or this guy has been with me all along.

　The last key to Nihonium was now in my hands.