Kyuuketsu Hime wa Barairo no Yume o Miru

The Ethereal God laughed thinly, confirming the tip of his sword, which grew from his chest, and his torso, which was half-separated.

"... have you turned your destiny upside down? The boulders are scarlet snow...... yes, the future is not a straight line. It's an undetermined event no matter how probable… you've got the future you want. Not like me just looking back... brilliant"

Said so with a gentle expression and tone, his hand pressed into the divine sword (Amadeus) stopped for a moment.

"- But it's still warm."

When Aoshi grinned and grabbed what was falling on the floor, he threw it unconstitutionally with one hand, skewered.

It was the love sword I let go, The Sinner of the Rose (Jill de Leye).

He flies face-to-face, so he releases his hand from the divine sword (Amadeus).

With an instant hair, "Sinner of the Rose (Jill de Leye)" passed by the side of his face, making a clear, hard noise and poking him into the ceiling.

At that moment, I was struck by a strong impact around my temples, and my consciousness was pruned for about two breaths.

The opposite is true. He deliberately pretended to be pushed to create a gap, monotonously luring the movement, and using his opponent's weapon to fight back. Same as my hand.

Yes, if your opponent's weapon can be used, that's the same thing for the Ethereal God. He used my Rose Sinner (Jill de Leye) to show me this, and he beat me up with his bare hands when I got upset and cluttered up.

"Sweet. This is what happens because I'm going to try to add a touch of hand somewhere, something that I just need to stab a todome with"

With his chest pierced, he grabs his body and pulls it out of the floor, and the risen Ethereal God tries to pull out his sword with even more strength.

"Don't make me!

Ignoring the pain and shouting, Bob eagled at the body of the divine sword (Amadeus) about to be pulled out, and pushed it straight into his breath - feeling the response to amputate the heart of the Ethereal God - as he left it at his disposal, even if his palms were cut and blood flowing.

I let go of my hand from the body of the Divine Sword (Amadeus), which split the body of the Ethereal God almost in the chest area and the feeling of my free hand finally cured my temporal state of excitement.

Made a tall sound and the divine sword (Amadeus) fell to the floor.

Blood tides spilled from the wounds of the Ethereal God to the floor, dyeing my feet in black loafers in crimson red.

"Kuhaha! Totally... that's what got me into trouble."

As soon as possible, the spitting and laughter leaks from the mouth of the dying Ethereal God.

In that spare voice, the sense of vigilance in me increased again.

I gently leaked a bitter smile as the Ethereal God, still standing, chased me away with his eyes, distancing me in the backstep.

"Don't worry. My life was cut off. My defeat, only accepting obedience and doom - and now I won't try again."

My shoulder was relieved, but my relief blew away with the next word.

"There are some aspects of anxiety, but, well, the horn, you accomplished the 'god killing', killing the old god and replacing the stronger and younger god, a rite of passage (initiative) familiar with the 'golden branch verse', but now you have to take the seat where I was... congratulations or should I say sadness... well, I'll leave the rest to you"

"Hey, what do you mean!? I don't want to replace God or anything like that, and I refuse!!"

Panicking and stuffing, the Ethereal God is at ease - he answered disgruntled.

"Even if they say so, yeah. I told you earlier, 'You can't get away with this unless you shoot me for keeping this place.' And my world will collapse if no one to sustain it.

Unlike the finished world, where individual karma values are high and conscious and unconscious observations define the world, where, even in the absence of God, there is no shaking by building firm laws, this world, still young and fragile, needs' God '. For this reason, if the gods of the earlier generations - well, either the demon king or the caller - are executed, the brave man who automatically executed them will inherit his throne. If you inherit it, the world will collapse sooner or later. "

What's that, that irrational development that suddenly carries the enormous debts of dead parents?!

Besides, like canceling, the scared brothers are in the back and it feels like a throw away from being stuffed or whatever!!

Because when I say 'this place', I just thought I was referring exactly to spaces like this mental and time room, 'the world' itself is a scam - whoa!!!

"It was forever..."

It should be pretty painful with my heart amputated, but the Ethereal God continued with a laugh in the air.

"My personal desire to revive the" Ayase "or" Hiyuki "individuals was not fulfilled because of the realization that I could not die and that observing the diversity of society, ecology, and values and collecting data were important for the system, and that it was the" world "itself that summed it up that was of interest, and that it did not account for the lives of individuals," Safer Yeziler "incorporated into the world-building system."

Either I should blame the arrogance of the Book of Formation, Safel Yeziller, or I blamed the selfishness of the Ethereal God for trying to bring a dead human being back to life on his own for personal convenience, ignoring the proposition of creating a "world," I listened in silence.

Still, I don't know, but who am I here? I don't know if it's a replication made by the Ethereal God (well, there's a possibility of a fake person believing he's real), but being here feels like someone's obvious manipulation.

"I couldn't just be alone forever more than I existed as an entity, though... Well, for about 5,000 years in subjective time, I was in a world where no human being existed, and because the interference of the Book of Formation, Safer Yeziller, which did not (OK) make it possible for some animals to evolve and create a species that resembled humans with the characteristics of beasts, it was inevitable that I built a world where humans existed. At the very least, generously protect against competing with other races so that they can remain unrelated to ugly strife, giving them unstinting help. However, in such a case, it should be said that humans became corrupt or apathetic and declined..."

The Ethereal God sighed heavily.

"Then it infiltrated norms and morals in the form of religion, and set 'karma values' as even more visible figures, but this also became a hotbed that fostered discrimination between individuals and peoples over time.

Is there no way for humans to abandon obsession and take hands together? I was wondering if I could build a cooperative system by creating non-human external enemies, based on the MOB "Monster" data from "E. H. O" and "Eternal Horizon Online", and I designed to create demons that would be hostile to this... but it's always the same. It can only be an on-the-spot remedy, and humans are bound to corrupt and contend with each other. How many times have you broken it and redone it...... as if you were pulling the hourglass over every time, the same daily repetition.

At some point, the aim of creating an ideal world was lost sight of and spent days in inertia. Even if you want to die, the existence that says I can't even do that because it's incorporated into the system of the world and made indivisible. If there is a possibility of 'god killing', I will be freed... but the possibility of such a person coming from this fragile world was almost equal to zero "

"- Wait a minute! Something strangely made your words, actions and emotions tick hug...... instead of saying" my stuff "or" be onna, "blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah blah, blah blah blah, blah blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah

I don't even like the 1mm about this idiot who's konjac and corrupt, but even though I don't like him, he calls me "I like him," and he says, "Lying pimp," and that's annoying. Eh!

Seeing my unwilling face, Aoshi - no, Mr. Daebuta grinned bitterly.

"I don't know, but you're special to me. So... no change. When you showed up in this world, I thought. Trying to entrust this world to you. You said I was wrong, but you're right... I guess I was wrong. But my hands are too dirty to correct mistakes and make good people's faces.... so at the end of the day, with all my mistakes and all my sins, I pass away. It's going to be annoying, but please ask for the end of this world."

With that said, did Mr. Daebuta do his best or collapse on the spot.

………

I guess the fire of life is going out step by step. Under his painful breath, he looked at me leaning down and shivering his shoulders, and the Ethereal God smiled contentedly.

"... will you cry? But I will not grieve. Again, you are not guilty. One sinner who deceives God's name disappears, and the misfortune of this world ends."

To the serene words, I finally became impatient, and I forced myself to lift my torso up by grabbing Mr. Daebuta's chest as he raised his face and fell down.

"That's why you can't!!"

On my sword screen, trembling with anger, Mr. Daebuta swallowed the words that followed with a bewildered face as he was about to penetrate his body nine minutes into the coffin.

"Why give up so cheaply! How can you not believe someone who lives in this world and decides it all with self completeness!! By and large, everyone says they are all working hard on their backs to do what they can, but they belong to a narrow world and what are you satisfied with!? What is' the end of the misfortune of this world '! All right, talk to me! I didn't move on myself, I left it to others...... I wasn't just closing my eyes because I was scared! Escape to death at the end of the day? Let people take care of that, too!

I lit the magical light of Full Resurrection on my right hand.

"You don't think you're going to die from being flushed into a situation like this! I will not allow you to die - you will live to make amends!

Turn your right hand towards Mr. Daebuta with or without a declaration.

You must have felt my seriousness, his flashing face changed one after another with confusion, anguish, annoyance... and finally turned to giving up.

"Well, it's not that hard to think about. I'm not talking about that earlier, because I'll take your shoulder for about half of it. - Oh, it's nasty to be an onna."

Smiling bitterly at my words, Mr. Daebuta closed his eyes and nodded.

I tried to hang a complete resuscitation (lisalection) on him with confidence - for a moment, a dull noise called Zobu echoed from my body and at the same time felt fierce heat around my lower abdomen.

"... eh...?

Seen, from Mr. Daebuta's half-cut wound, a thin man's right hand stretched out like a snake and pierced LV99's battle dress, The Rose of War, Anne of Guyastein, with a single blow, as easy to pierce. A sharp toenail tip appears on my back.

"but - Ha!?"

As soon as I recognized these, there was a lot of blood coming from my mouth, along with the fierce pain that burned calmly.

Bun! and my body, thrown lightly by an arm waved as if to sweep even in rubbish, was slapped by a stone pillar that was nearby, slipping and falling to the floor leaving traces of blood.

"Gu... gu... uu"

Since normal heels were not enough, a series of superior spells plus an automatic healing "Regenerate" skill layering allowed him to restore the hitting point that was decreasing with momentum into a breath of danger (Red Zone) to a somewhat hassle-free but full state, and also erase the wind-holed belly wounds (well, the perforated "Rose of War" Anne of Gearstein "had to be repaired).

Then fluttering with the shock thrown, but in front of me standing up, I tear Mr. Daebuta's flesh shell, my white hand - which was growing on both my left and right hands at some point - but as the insect peels up and down the shin and wound, I push open the cracks and start pulling and chopping muscle fibers and blood vessels a thousand times.

I'm already unconscious (dead?) Mr. Daebuta's shell was torn and discarded, and one man lifted his torso. When the man shook his long blue hair and looked at my face, he pulled out his torn lower body and descended on the floor with a light trick.

You look like a young man around 20. The race is unknown. Is the height around 185 cm? The equivalents were tall, long limbs, wildlife proportions with no wasting muscles, much less luxury.

The eyes were pale as the sea, the deep face of the sculpture was neutral, where the masculinity was mixed with the kindness of the woman and, at the same time, the violent nature of the man and the cruelty of the woman.

"Damn, it's useless everywhere. - I didn't know I had to be on the surface."

Ignoring the mysterious man who came out of Mr. Daebuta, who looked troublesome, I tried to hang a complete resuscitation (Lisa Collection) for Mr. Daebuta, who was running out. At that moment, like magic (ma, I guess it's actually magic), a colorless, transparent 'life bead' appeared on the palm of a man who had only one left in the corner of the room.

"Oops. In my situation, resurrecting this fool creates a dual existential contradiction. I forgive him."

Ignoring the nonsense, I release a full resuscitation (Lisa Collection) for Mr. Daebuta.

Pakin! and made a mild noise, and the beads of life that were in the man's hand were crushed, and at the same time the complete resuscitation (Lisalection) wrapped Mr. Daebuta's body.

But...

"Doesn't work?! Why?

"You destroyed the beads of life. Existence itself disappeared, complete resuscitation is ineffective."

The man replied in a mild tone as he threw the remains of the life beads left in his hands over Mr. Daebuta's body.

"What is life bead... why is that...?

When he saw me, who had too many questions and was speechless, the man showed his teeth as pointed as a shark and snapped.

"He thought this was you - no, he seemed to think it was a loose shell with" Scarlet Snow "data from" Eternal Horizon Online, "but the facts are different. He called himself" emptiness "many times, but that's exactly what this" transparent bead of life "was."

A mysterious man overlooking and laughing at the body that was Mr. Daebuta falling at his feet.

Ignoring his words, he hung a complete resuscitation several times, but realizing that it was ineffective as declared, I gave up and turned the spearhead of consciousness towards this mysterious man.

"- So who the hell are you like that?

To my inquiry, the young man shrugged his shoulder, laughing at Nimanima, in a relaxed manner.

"As you can see, this fat 'man inside' is the guy. I don't know, should I say Hajime Mashite, Scarlet Snow? I am the Ethereal God, and I am entrusted with the creation of the world in the Book of Formation, Safer Yeziller, to be the true creator of this world"

Yes. A self-proclaimed and true Ethereal God who opens his hands in great esteem and proclaims grandeur.

I do look divine...... why does this guy stay bare and show off without any shyness!?

I sighed, thinking I didn't care if it was because of all the drinks.