Manowa

"Failed? Da Liang?

I looked at Taryan in front of me with the face that the wind sounded incredible.

If what we are talking about is true, the Taryan in front of us is the Taryan in this world, and the failure is the Taryan in the world of wind sounds. And Daliang nods at the question of the wind noise.

"Yeah. That's why I'm here. I'm still alive to wipe his ass. I died once in that commotion. I was brought back to life when I was forced to plant his memories. Maybe he's just a communicator who thinks that way to escape the consciousness of sin..."

Daliang answers so, but the wind sounds open his mouth thinking about the words he has just heard with a puzzled face.

"Communicator... like that god Mr. Norman? And he said it was over a long time ago. What did Da Liang do?

Daliang said, "Uh," to the inquiry that came out early in the arrow succession, and then he spawned a chair from nothing and sat down on it. Then there was a giddy sound.

"I wonder where to start. Right. By the way, the sound of the wind, this world you've come to, is it any different from yours?

"Well, Skytree was in Akihabara."

If the memory of the wind sounds were certain, Skytree would have been built closer to Asakusa. But that's about all the wind can tell about the specific difference. I had the impression that Akihabara was a little snug, but that wasn't enough to say it was clearly different either.

"Sure, that's an easy difference to understand. There are many other differences, such as the fact that the whole smartphone season was supposed to be, for example, a re-epidemic here, or the difference between a politician's facial rash or a magazine epidemic... maybe the clearest difference for you is that there is no Zexia Hearts in this world"

The wind sounded heart pounding on the words.

"Why?"

'Cause that was all the cause... I guess'

Daliang answered badly and vaguely. Then he turns down and slowly continues to speak as if to indulge in the words he utters.

"Because it's connected to the rest of the world, it's changed slightly from the history of the Great Yuan, depending on the external factors. Even the modifying power of history works to say," I was there, "but the butterfly effect of a slight change turning into a big change can always happen, and there is no definitive future. It's just that your world, Taryan, tried to prevent problems by removing the biggest cause, Zexia Hearts. That prospect was somewhat successful... but I couldn't get rid of what I really wanted to get rid of"

"My friends Ryo-kun are... Ryo-kun, who became King of Tuvara, right?

"That's right. Here's another world I built that was served after death and elevated from a hero to a god."

"Da Liang... I became a god"

The sound of the wind makes me say so. It was a pleasure that a friend who thought he was dead was actually alive, albeit dead. But the ones in front of me look bitter.

"Yeah. Because it's not uncommon for heroes to be served as gods after death. Especially if it is a winning battle over the entire continent. That's how he came to know the back of the world by becoming God, stretching his power as God to regenerate this world that had been abandoned"

"Disposal?"

"This world was originally this age a thousand years ago. No, is this... hard to understand? In other words, let's pretend that it was the fantasy biography world that was based on Zexia Hearts, as if the world you were in was original. And I guess it's the imitation world that was created by mimicking your world, and the new world that Tarya, who became God after it was abandoned, rebuilt... It's a little tricky though."

"Original...... Big Book World"

The wind narrowed his eyes, but his mouth didn't pinch. Encourage him to continue talking about Daliang.

"I think you also realized that the fantasy biography world was just in the game a thousand years ago."

There is a wind noise in Daliang's words. That was the first information the wind sounds heard from Bowflower about this world.

"It was supposed to bring all the players back to life and defeat the Demon King in those days, going through a random dungeon that was to be implemented at the time of the big virgin up, and we were supposed to be able to go back to the original world."

King Carla said the dungeon was' the new system with the Zexia Hearts large virgin up ', but that seemed true.

"I hear some of the players who actually regenerated their flesh a thousand years ago made their return to the real world"

"It was this age a thousand years ago, which means that time flows differently between worlds?

"No, I'm not. Originally this world was prepared as a player's receptacle. There was just a problem...... unlike in the beginning, the players began to be dropped into the fantasy warfare world in a way that cut them apart one by one. In the meantime, seven hundred years before now, the imitation world perished, and Daliang created a new world in the form of reusing it. We've stepped back into history and started the world over."

After being told that much, the wind sounds on my head.

"No, the scale of the story is too big... whatever. Is that possible in the first place?

"Oh, I take it for granted to think so. Even I honestly can't say I don't understand. But that's the truth. Yes, water."

When Daliang reaches out softly, a glass of water emerges, which is handed to the wind.

"That's kind of convenient. Sole."

"Because you're in a dream. There's a little trick to getting it out."

After that, Taryan laughs a little, and the wind sounds gubbing and drinking water. Then Daliang asks the sound of the wind that returned the cup.

"As long as we have data, we reproduce monsters and even kings of the past. Even those who do not exist in the first place can be created. You should be watching that. I guess that means something that has increased the scale of it. So, do you have any questions?

Monsters of the past (Black Rock Dragon Zieveh), Kings of the past (King Kara), and those who do not exist (English Spirit Zieveh). Remembering them, the wind opens its mouth.

"There's a lot going on, but I guess it's better after we've listened properly. But you do. Fantasy War World is the world of games after all?

That was not an important question for the wind noise. I understand the wind noise that I am not just a game world. I believe that everywhere is the world I live in. However, I still cared about the meaning of its existence.

"It's not equals. It's a world where the game's settings are backwards calculated to prepare the past and reconfigured as a form of reality. The same era as the game a thousand years ago is just the beginning. It's a world that took thousands of years to reach. It has changed to roughly similar shapes while working something like the modifying power of history. After purposefully reproducing the settings, I'm also making history. Even a thousand years ago, they didn't have that much unanimity, and now that they're past their starting point, they have no modifying power. I think it's going to change independently."

"Oh well...... yeah. Okay, let's talk about this for a second."

Taryan nods at the wind noise that shut his mouth when he says so.

"Then let's keep talking. Fantasy War Journal As the world begins with the game that once existed, this one is counted backwards and created using your world's, your living times as a starting point. What the original Keni Tarya wanted to build is a world where no tragedy once happened. So I dealt with not creating a game in this world itself called Zexia Hearts, which was the cause. Another cause had also been put in place. But in the end, Sole woke up."

"Tragedy... cause?

The wind murmurs, but it doesn't sound like Daliang. Or go ahead and ignore it.

"Well, the scale of the actual incident has been considerably reduced. But Tara failed. The image of the truth I arrived at remained too strong on my head to recreate with my own hands a future in which I or my best friend would die if I unconsciously arose in reality"

The words were followed by sights of the city of wind noises on the floor. It was like a battlefield there. I also saw some smoke rising in the distance. The building has collapsed and an explosion has been heard.

"It was three years ago. There's been an incident that has nothing to do with Zexia Hearts, and we're dead. Daliang's knowledge of history was quasi-regulated. You can't say history... It reproduced reality by that man's subjectivity. His ungodly humanity broke there."

Like other personnel, Taryan says. But the expression is full of thoughtlessness. Then I open my mouth watching the sight spread beneath my feet.

"To create the world, we couldn't have known the future. That man, who became God and arrived at the truth, could not turn his eyes away from that future. I couldn't imagine a future in which to grasp happiness."

The sight in front of the wind sounds was so shocking that the words of the heated Taryan could not be heard. That also coincides with the memory of the wind sounds of the New World. Collapsed, burning buildings. In it the wind sounds of the New World were shopping and should have died in it.

In front of the wind noise watching it with a stunned face, Daliang groans with regret.

"Maybe if I had started with someone who doesn't know how this ends, who has memories of that world, I could have done something about it... though I can't take it back anymore, and I can't start over"

In front of Daliang, who said so, he opened his mouth quietly with a face with strong wind noise.

"We're not good. In short, we're dead in this world."

"Oh, yeah"

"Me and the bowflower. Naoki, Yuko, Yasuya and JINJIN..."

"Guys, he's dead. Many were helped. But all those who were close to Daliang died... except me. That man's face was a sight to behold when he found out it was all too late. It wasn't funny at all... but that's Taryan's failure. He knew when the bowflower would be resurrected, and he was building the world with it. But as a result, his surroundings ended the same as the original."

The wind sounds stale. That was the problem. He moaned that the wind noise was a terrible story when he heard the story so far. It broke my heart after my best friend, Tara. But that's not where I want to know the wind sounds. So the sound of the wind takes a breath and asks Tara.

"It... I mean, the same thing happened in our world, right?

The wind-sounding father and mother of the New World still live in this world. But that's not the real parents for me. It was all about this world that Taryan talked about again, and not about the real world of wind sounds.

Then Daliang looks bitter and asks back to the wind.

"Are you sure? Anyway, outside, there's no limit to conversation on this occasion, which is in my dreams. I can say what I know. [M] I just need to be ready. Are you prepared for that?

The sound of the wind laughs bitterly at the words.

"Da Liang, you know. You look like you want to talk and there's nothing you can do about it. I told you, there's no Danmari."

"Ha... well, I guess so"

Daliang makes a dry laugh as she distracts herself from the wind sound.

"Right. I can't stand being alone in front of the fact that I'm carrying it. So I guess I wanted to get you involved. Just really this..."

Still hesitating, Daliang looks sharply at the wind noise.

"Talk to me. Your mother and father were alive. But not mine. I'm the parents of Yubi Hama-style sounds in the new world. I want to see my mother and father."

Daliang nodded with a deeply worried face at the words.

"Yeah, I get it. Talk... Right."

Then Daliang starts talking slowly.

"Demon. Yes, the whole demon was the beginning of it all. It was a long time ago from me..."

And what is told was the brutal facts of a past too distant, when the wind sounds were to transcend the world.