"They have toilets!" Alex exclaimed, he walked out of the bathroom looking refreshed.

"Good for them!" John exclaimed.

He was sitting on a leather couch, eating a packed lunch prepared by Steve the skeleton.

"I have no clue how the mad-man did it, but he managed to have fresh egg-salad in the desert," said John eating a triangular sandwich with the crusts removed.

"Guys! Shouldn't we be concerned with him!?" Jordan demanded gesture towards the silver-haired man.

"Oh, don't worry about me! I'm just glad I could be of assistance!" exclaimed the silver-haired person.

"While we're on the topic... who are you?" asked John.

"Who or what I am is not important... hmm... you could call me a traveller!... hmm... and... I am just here to... find souvenirs!"

"Souvenirs?" asked Alex.

"Yes..."

"Like... fridge magnets or?"

"Memories, my friend... memories!"

"That's... really creepy..." Jordan said looking at the silver-haired man.

"Relax... I know I must seem suspicious - but I assured you I wish for nothing else than to exist in this world and return to my one when I'm satisfied with the memories I made!" he explained.

"...as creepy as the memory-man is, I don't think he's a problem..." John replied.

"I'm glad you feel that way! Even just talking to you three is thrilling!"

"Wait, once you leave... will another soul be sucked into the silver-haired guy?" asked John.

"I'll collapse the soul-vacuum before I leave, that way this body will simply decompose!" he assured them.

The silver-haired man stood up and stretched his back.

"Now, if you excuse me, I'll go see what the outside looks like!" exclaimed the silver-haired man barely able to hide his excitement.

The three watched the suspicious man walk down the stairs and out onto the streets where he proceeded to feel up every brick and every wall.

"I hope I never see him again," Alex admitted.

"Yeah, I'm starting to feel I opened pandoras soul-vacuum..." John sighed.

A long while of silence filled the room, nobody wanted to say anything.

John has perma-killed someone, were they a good person, probably not, though he had no way to know that.

"I need to be careful... I'm not going to pretend I'm all that heartbroken about a stranger dying... I'll just try and avoid that in the future." thought John.

John reached into Steve's basket and pulled out a thermos of warm tea, he poured some into a cup provided by the silver-haired man and drank from it.

"What would the others do in this situation?" thought John.

"Crown would say: What are you, retarded? Make a business of perma-killing people no matter their XP death penalty!"

"Bromy would say: Use it for some experiments..."

"Bonifacius would say: An inhumane skill like that should never be used!"

"Foxly... ehh... "

"Pedecree would probably have some comment about food to make... or something..."

"Christ it's been three volumes and I have no idea what Pedecree is like..." John thought slightly panicked.

"What if he doesn't like me? Is it because I'm undead? He's a wolf-man! I bet he can smell the rot!" JohnWillStab continued to spiral down into even greater panic.

Meanwhile, Alex and Jordan also had some tea.

"So, Alex - do you plan to get out of this world?" asked Jordan.

"Nah, this place is paradise for someone like me." he laughed.

"So you're the same as him..." Jordan sighed.

"Maybe I'm the weirdo here?" he asked.

"I think we're all different brands of weirdness in this world." Alex laughed.

"You'd think living in a world where you can be killed on a daily basis would be hell... but honestly, I think I'd rather stay here until I die of old age." he laughed.

"That'd be nice..." Jordan sighed.

"Why do you need to go back anyway? Surely your family would be happy that you found a cool place like this!" Alex offered.

"It's not that they'd be happy for me..." Jordan began.

"I have a sick brother back home, if the doctors aren't full of crap, he won't make it another year, so I wanted to be there for his birthday, y'know?"

Alex nodded.

"I was content living on earth, dealing with college work and expanding my coin collection, it's just not fair I'm the one who got isekaid and made healthy and all but immortal... it's not even my character," he said, his voice beginning to quiver.

"Sounds like flawed logic to me." Alex finally replied.

"What do you mean?"

"So... you got isekaid instead of your brother... and you decided that the reasonable thing to do is leave?" asked Alex.

Jordan looked at him blankly for a while, unsure of what he was saying.

"Wouldn't it make more sense to try and get your brother into this world rather than get you out in time for a funeral?" asked John.

"Uhmm... I mean, is that even possible?" asked Jordan.

"That kind of reasoning hasn't stopped you before!" John exclaimed before turning to Thal.

"Is it possible to bring someone into this world?" asked John.

"...I ...I wouldn't know..." he replied.

"..."

"The only person that can reliably bring someone into this world is Lorb." Thal finally said.

"Lorb? He's too busy playing god, right now..." John replied.

"Hold on a minute! The memory-guy!" John exclaimed.

As if by miracle, the silver-haired man walked up the stairs that exact moment.

"Hey, silver-haired-guy! Is it possible to bring someone from earth into this world?" asked John.

"No." he replied plainly.

"..." JohnWillStab scratched his head.

"Crap... there has to be a way..."

"It's not an absolute zero chance... but it is unlikely..."

"The rules forbid me from saying much more... but the soul you're looking for is closer than you think!" exclaimed the silver-haired man looking at Jordan.

"Rules?" asked John.

"I wouldn't want to derail your timeline too much." he laughed.

JohnWillStab suddenly had an epiphany.

"I have a plan!" JohnWillStab exclaimed.

"What is it?" asked Jordan.

"Once we overthrow the Eropire and get my dick back, we'll pay a certain hoodie-wearing friend a visit..." JohnWillStab explained.

"Hoodie wearing?" asked Jordan.

Meanwhile in hell...

Satan sat by his fireplace and sneezed suddenly.

"Oh crap, looks like somebody's talking about me again..." he wiped his nose with his sleeve and continued reading the large book he held on his lap.