MTL - Death Progress Bar - Chapter 6 Leave

... and the stomach was uncomfortable.

When I peeked through the door, I asked: "How long will the delicious buff last?"

The little dead voice is weak: "I don't know."

"You don't know your own things?" Time can't believe it.

The little death is more guilty: "Because this buff I have not used before, and the duration of the buff varies from person to person."

"..."

When I was helpless, I asked, "How long does it last?"

"One, one year?" Little death is ...