Kyuuketsu Hime wa Barairo no Yume o Miru

I saw a light like a square exit across the darkness.

The moment I flexed through it, the core of my body - no, my consciousness blurred from some distance, overlooking, and flesh-receiving to the newly constructed flesh - the shock of not even the soul trembling pain or pleasure rushed through my whole body, breaking down to the elementary particles that make up my body in the moment of the moment, and regenerating it on the spot.

Rebirth (Re Bones). Or awakening.

In many religions, I actually passed through a metaphysical concept called the rite of passage (initiative), perceived - instinctively understood without having to teach anyone - and I slowly raised the lid that had been closed to confirm where it was now.

Is it close to the temple that climbed through the spiral staircase of the "Tower of the Pale God" as an impression?

Columns alongside high ceilings, polished cobblestone floors. But smaller in size than that, with windows open on all sides - is it night? - From there you can see the dark sky.

Although there are no ornaments such as this in the cancerous interior, spheres (orbs) resembling familiar crystal spheres - life beads were arranged in a way that encircled the round interior at equal intervals.

Although most of them were cracked, shattered, cloudy and exposed to debris......

And in the deepest part of the room, in the temple, where there was an altar, the Lord of this room, the Half a Dragon, who sat on a desk with no joints, the Ethereal God (Daebuta), meditated and sat down, as if he had created a giant tree that made him feel a view of life as it was.

You must have noticed the signs. Slowly opening his reptile eyes, he sighed deeply whether he was relieved or disappointed, or both, when he glanced at me.

"... have you chosen that one"

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The Ethereal God stares at my face, who blinks without knowing what it means to be told, with a mixed look of ridicule and giving up.

"See who you are."

I peek into the mirror-polished floor and look at my face, wondering what to do. Long dark hair, scarlet eyes, small face, mini dress with red rose in black on a luxurious body. The colour of the ribbon on the trousers has not changed in particular either.

"Nothing unusual, though?

I thought it was some kind of hatchet, so I set up the "Sinner of the Rose (Jill de Leye)" in my hand.

As the Ethereal God sat down, he stuck his index finger out like a pain in the ass.

"That's it. What you call" no change "has already changed."

"... I didn't come here to ask you a Zen question."

"Hmm. Well, hang out. Anyway, I've already confirmed the results. Then you'd be more comfortable listening to the twitch match, too... no, I don't care, because I'm bored too. So, just a spare time, well, if you're not willing to ask, I'll start?

The Ethereal God, with his cheek cane on his right hand, asked if he would start the fight, with a level of ease as to whether to bread or rice the staple food for lunch.

………

Whether he took this silence as a willingness to continue the conversation, or whether he thought it mattered as it was denominated, Ethereal God remained unamoved by that attitude.

"This place originally belongs to a half-spirited world isolated from the material world. I thought the dolls were on the top floor of the Tower of the Pale God, but the facts are slightly different, like a hidden room that exists in an even higher dimension of the top floor."

So I cut off my words, Ethereal God, prompted me to "look outside," and when I came closer to the window, I thought it was the night sky, a pitch-black universe with nothing in the true sense of the word, and this room was just floating on the spot.

"Exactly. Normally, if they were going in and out, they would have replaced it with the top floor of the tower, which is usually in space, but if it were in its original state, we wouldn't be able to reach this spot forever where we climbed how many towers. - Assuming we get there, we can't define ourselves in their observation abilities, and it's the only way to disappear on the spot."

"I don't know what you're talking about.

"Hmm... right, have you ever heard of 'Schradinger's Cat'?

"Eh, it's definitely a game where you put a half-kill cat in a box, put a lid on it, and hit it alive or dead the next time you open it."

"... let's make a different analogy"

The Ethereal God who somehow changes his story to my answer.

"Suppose there's a computer here. I tried to DL (download) the game from the net and play it, but there's too much data and the computer freezes itself. Because there is no other way, the basic data alone, instead of the expensive version that sharpened the graphics and so on, is powered by the data before the trial. This is the limit of the capacity and processing power of the inhabitants of that world. There is a difference in level between us and the spa and console. I easily call this the" difference between souls, "the" limit of karma values. "

"Soul hey..."

Suddenly it turned out to be an occult story. Well, now. It's frigid on all of them.

"Well, believe it or not, you're on your own, but it means that the humans who come to this realm have that much capacity and processing speed. And on top of that, you can edit the character 'Self' and join the game"

"Ugh."

I see, I have no idea.

"The 'self' in this setting corresponds to the perception that 'I am like this'. That means you recognize yourself not as a man's" Ayase ", but as a woman's" Scarlet Snow. "

I twisted my neck to explain to Aoshi.

"No, it's nothing. I've never drawn a clear line between being a man or a woman, being a human being or a bloodsucking princess? I'm Scarlet Snow, and Scarlet Snow is me. It's annoying, even if it bothers you to be properly rettelled and understand."

To my honest feelings, Ethereal God turned into a face like he drank a stick, followed by a slight shake in the shoulder for some reason and leaked laughter including.

For a moment, I was annoyed, but felt the raw emotions contained in that laugh, and inadvertently I felt that I was talking to Mr. Daebuta himself for the first time, and I glanced at him.

Honestly, I felt somewhere cropped up that his words and behaviors and attitudes, which he approached directly or indirectly, diverged too much from his once emotional humanity - or so. To put it this way, there was a feeling of disgust that a fundamentally different being of joy and sorrow from a human being was wearing human skin and mimicking human emotions.

But to see what it looks like now, he hasn't completely abandoned his former humanity. Well, it's pretty distorted and thin though.

"At the time I showed up like that, I was going to give up on you. Why? Why, you always poke at me."

I wonder why this is a gaze from the top, and I put a scratch in it once and for all.

"If this is what you look like, don't you stay a disgusting reptile yourself?

"Oh, this one"

Keep your right hand off your cheek and wave a scaly arm. Then in an instant, it turned into a smooth human arm.

"Beginner you keep that look unconscious, but if you get used to it, it's also easy to intentionally change it this way. Well, too divergent from self-perception obscures other boundaries... well, because it is decided to corrupt man as a 'snake'. Esprit would be more effective with this look, wouldn't he?

"Well, I was aware. He said he was corrupting humans."

Neither did my hatred nor how I moved in particular, and Ethereal God sighed again with a careless attitude.

"Now, do I corrupt, or do you need a being named me for a human to corrupt? Causal rhythm, etc., but I don't know which comes first, the cause or the result. But if there's something called fate, I'm just the empty gear that makes it up."

So spilled his figure, he also looked like an old man who was exhausted.

"And that fits you, too. - You made a choice. The end of the battle between me and you. Then fate will converge to the promised result."

"I hate hatred and fatalism and fatalism."

Without the wasted power of my whole body, in nature I set up "The Sinner of the Rose (Jill de Leye)".

In the hand of the Ethereal God, who rose as if to respond, was held a double-edged giant sword with a clear body, like Oyama, from where he had taken it.

"It's not fate or anything, it's a definitive future. Fighting me means you will be overthrown, offended and ravaged by me. There's no way to fight it."

"No, I'm reasoning and I'm saying a mess, but isn't it your will in the end? If I draw my sword here, I'll just punch you till I'm tired of you, too, and the rest will be over with no problem?

"That's a futile idea. You would think that the past, present, and future are linear things, but they are in fact circular ring structures, and basically the same places to go in an imaginary space, trying to go back to the past, to the future in a three-dimensional space. Then the future you have chosen and glimpsed is almost more definitive than you have observed. Whatever resistance you take, you end up with Tsujitsu... independent of the will of the individual. Then it is more efficient to act in accordance with the established future. But still resist?

"The confirmed future is about the first hallucination I saw in the Red Door I just chose? Then you can rest assured. Because I don't believe it at all."

Moment after moment, Bok's poke, riding at almost the highest speed at the same time as Dash, plundered the shoulders of the Ethereal God.

"- Hmm!"

The blade of pursuit wields and becomes an explosive shock wave, approaching behind it, but using the walls and ceiling, it runs to the zigzag, flaunting it.

"And when I heard what you were saying, I was even angrier!

Take the back and hang it - the toga I was wearing was torn, but not one scratch on the scale.

"Hmm. What's the reason? Is that what I told you about my destiny and my future?

Ethereal God waving a giant sword - a cheat weapon such as the 'Divine Sword (Amadeus)' - as he inquired.

This sword, it does have tremendous power, but I can see the orbit because of its silly size, and in this place, with some breadth and scaffolding, it was convenient to escape because the sword moves of Aoshi themselves are in one condition with a force push in the first place.

So, bouncing around endlessly, I answered between the attacks.

"There's that, too. The first thing that came to my head..."

Kensei Skill Activated - Makes it look like it liberates the Optical Art, the 'Light (Light)' which also compresses to the extreme, in the current of the Ethereal God.

The moment, the dazzling flash burst, and for a moment everything was covered in white.

Reflectively blindfolded the throat of the Ethereal God, releasing a thrust of his body.

"Duty, it's efficiency, so don't try to hold someone you don't even like -!!!"

I don't have any skills (because they will be deactivated anyway), and an attack at my disposal bounced off the body of the Ethereal God.

The body of the Ethereal God slipping through the icy link-like floor wreaks havoc involving the clerk desk and chair that was in the rear.

Vigilant of the counterattack, where he quickly repositioned himself, he called it an indication… an intact Ethereal God rose from the end of the desk.

Remove the toga, which had just become a mess and was about to hang on the bare skin, by unmanipulatively tearing it with one hand.

The Ethereal God, who happened to be naked on the spot, looked at this one only slightly impressed.

"I'm surprised. I didn't expect you to eat this far. It may be better to fight than it is to be torn apart."

"Uh, yes, yes. Whatever, why don't you just put on your replacement clothes?"

I hate to fight exposed maniacs......

"- Hmm. It's just a garment or something for me anyway. Everything is just empty. So you don't have a problem with this?

"I don't like this one. Yikes!

The behavior of the next moment was completely unconscious, even for myself.

I thought I was fleshy on the Ethereal God at a rate that could almost be called instantaneous travel, with the 'Sinner of the Rose (Jill de Leye)' cut down and poked at the floor, with an open right hand wide back swing. A full swing punch deeply chooses the cheekbones of the Ethereal God.

The face of the Ethereal God, who stood back with the momentum of rolling from body to body while leaving behind the remnants, instantly, was now beaten from the other side, turning two or three times over the floor, crushing the parts of the desk that had painfully left the prototype behind.

"Get dressed now!

"... he's a troublemaker"

Standing up saying bumps, he takes a dark blue costume like a military uniform from where he took it out and starts dressing on the spot, Ethereal God.

Whatever, but why are you stripping your lower body to the end of the day?