Over The Infinite

-1 -

As you know, Gunmar is the last secret frontier in Japan. The Gunmers who live there are a threatened fighting nation with their own language, culture.

Relationships with Totchiggy, permanently in a state of engagement, deteriorate beyond repair, and the more you see them, the more they strike at the next moment. By the way, I don't particularly care about the Totchiggy side.

No one can enter the inviolable realm of Gunmar. If you intend to approach a border that is not a prefecture, you will need minimal manoeuvre compliant heavy arming and training, so much so that you need to hire a mercenary or SUMOU wrestler named…

Those who lose their lives after trying their hearts and minds will not stop. If anyone makes a fool of themselves by saying, "It's no big deal, I only have a spear," I want you to firmly include me. To the average person, we may not be able to imagine a barbarian with primitive weapons fighting a modern weapon opponent, but the perception is a huge error. For them, firearms are rather shackles, and primitive weapons, such as spears and bows, are the specialties that can unleash true potential. That spear pierces the liott shield, and its steel flesh overtakes even the tank. The reality of Gunmer uploaded to the video site is never synthetic or anything like that.

Never approach it with interest. In addition, transferees from the rarely occurring Gunmar must also pay the utmost attention. I don't know what trivial things to buy anger for because of cultural and cultural differences. Yes, although they belong to the category of human beings, they are inherently special beings that should be called the race: the Gunmers.

... what a good story Gunma prefecture, but in fact it is a normal prefecture. It's normal people who live there, and the prefecture can't be a straw roof. Compared to nearby Tokyo and Kanagawa, it's rural, but it's quite prosperous in front of the station, and the natives don't attack it. Even in a situation where Tokyo is just around the corner in the metropolitan area, there is no way you can stay that far undeveloped. I mean, I'm not saying where, but if you look across Japan, there will be more rural provinces than Gunma Prefecture. I know about that.

That's about all I know, but I'm not familiar with it. Previous life... I don't remember visiting sightseeing, at least as far as I can remember, and naturally I've never lived there. I don't think he had any relatives with him. It's recognition to the extent that 'a swarm horse? Oh, it's a country, isn't it'.

I naturally don't recognize this mountain path or the landscape. It's dark and it doesn't look good, but it's all around the mountains, so I think it's the Red Castle Mountains or something. To figure out how the Gate of Souls works, I think this stage was also reproduced with my soul...

"... there's really no such thing as Gunmar, not Gunma Prefecture"

That hasn't been stylish in many ways. People who live in Gunma Prefecture get mad at me.

But if you think that this is a dream place, and that I know Gunmer, who has been scattered online, you think it's impossible. 'Cause for what I don't know busily, Gunmar is more impressive to me than the actual Gunma Prefecture. Impressive would be a higher priority if it was built from my memory. I don't even know what a mare is.

But suppose this was Magimon's Gunmar. In that case, what the hell are you waiting for me for? If we add that it is the test of our souls, shall we prevail over the Gunmar warriors? It wouldn't be impossible to get past your head, for example. No way, is that a "Primitive" power-up flag? I don't want to raise my skill level any more.

Look, maybe that tree shadow has a Gunmer to observe this one......

"No, no, no, I'm not kidding. Shortly after we were talking about avoiding a world collapse, why are we fighting the Grummers? I don't know what that means."

No, don't think about it. If you think about something extra, it's the guy who dreams it might come true. This is Gunma Prefecture, I don't know much about it, but Gunma Prefecture. It is not a mysterious independent territory where African-like Gunmers walk wide.

Desperate. What makes you sad and desperate for something like this?... You wouldn't think Lirica or Erica would be doing this on the other side of the gate either. Neither that nor this, should this be the swarm horse.

If it's a dream, it's like a teenager's dream, and I wish it embodied erotic delusions. I'd be happy to challenge you if you were to try the limits of your sexuality. Let us even go beyond the limits of humanity if we have to.

But there's no way that erotic delusions embody it. It is helpful, but truly unfortunate, that there is no way for the Ghummers to come out.

All right, let's just get down the mountain. Worst of all, if you get out of Gunma Prefecture, you won't have to think about anything stupid.

Fortunately, there is a way. That's not a beast road or anything, either, it's a solid asphalt road. I'd be working out in the mountains of my hometown to the point of crossing one mountain equals a walk. If you add to your physical abilities as an adventurer, you can walk to Tokyo at your leisure.

I don't need a path like this if I'm a Gunmer's physical ability. I would rather think of it as the pinnacle of stupidity, such as preparing an easy path to invade the enemy... that's enough Gunmar.

"It would have been easier if it had been a bike."

The only vehicle currently in the Item Box is a hoverboard that can travel only a few meters.

It would be easier if I went by an unmanned bus like the fake Japan I used to visit, but I don't think so. In a similar situation, but as can be seen from the fact that the lights are not on, the infrastructure does not appear to be operational, nor would the public sector be. You better think of the rules as different from that one. I don't even think I can replenish it in convenience stores or vending machines. We should act on that premise. That's why I'll leave the bus stop for a rest.

It would be laughable if the bus went bare from where I started walking, but time passed without that. Maybe because it's night, but it still means traffic infrastructure is dead. Instead of the sound of a car, there is no sound of life or bugs. All I hear is my footsteps and the sound of the wind. There is so much silence that I think I can even hear the organs in my body playing. Super lonely. Looks like I'll be talking to myself a lot.

Even if you keep walking like that, there's always no sign of getting to the foot of the mountain. Physically, it's just about three hours since I started walking, but it's just weird considering I would be walking at more than double the speed of an ordinary person. There is no sign of dawn at night. For once, I saw the status card, but the timer for Dungeon Attack is not working. I guess that means we're not dealing with dungeons here.

Well, I can't help but be trapped in common sense in a dream world. After all this time, I don't even feel hungry. It doesn't dry my throat, so I don't need hydration. It is only the mental body that is moving this way. The flesh is still lying in bed, so you probably won't die physically. If I were to die, spiritual death. Even if there is a remedy that you can return to the entrance at any time, it means that you are out if you are unable to even make that decision. That's unlikely to be the case at the First Gate as far as I can recall my conversation with Lirica, but let's just be vigilant for once.

Stop your legs.

I'm just trying to move to the dark clouds, but I can't move on. Maybe not, but for now I'll assume this is the place. Then you'll need to try a different approach.

Open the Item Box. It is unclear what will happen to the contents when you leave here, but it will also be possible to use the item. Of course, I can read books I don't consume...... I can read them. No way, I told you to study for exams here... oh, no way, that's not a test, is it? I don't want to be studying everyday, in a dungeon or in my dreams, I don't want to live like that. No, no, that's not true. Yeah.... ok, I believe you're not.

'In the first gate, after being separated from the senses of the flesh, it is common to be thrown into an abstract, magically loaded space, in which one looks for the gate by a magical approach'

There are many parts that are different from the first gate Erica said...... or less common parts of the situation, but I don't think the fundamental parts have changed. I don't feel the load is high, but the Gate of Souls mechanism itself hasn't changed. It doesn't seem unusual to me sensibly, but it should also be unleashed from the shackles of the flesh. It shouldn't be a mistake to polish the magical aptitude Lilica said. I don't really know what a magical approach is, but it's extremely natural to think that we need something magical to move on anyway.

I can't use magic at the moment. Even with MP, taking advantage of it is about Nursing at best.

I wasn't making an effort to master it. He also attends basic magic classes and teaches specialized training officers. On top of that, it still doesn't work. Just because you remember pompom skills doesn't mean you can learn magic in a similar way. If you believe the assumption that HP is inherently similar to MP, as Mr. Dhadaka says, HP manipulation is.

It has been heard that it is not so easily mastered by humans who have never touched any sorcery before, so this is rather normal. I guess it's a common mastery speed.

However, the situation is slightly different at present… or the environment is different.

Now I am made up of mental bodies only. Then, training in witchcraft that usually hasn't progressed… for example, isn't magic sensing and manipulation easy to grasp the trick too? There is also the possibility of acting out of sight from the purpose of looking for a second gate, but there are no tips in the first place, and this is a place where time does not pass, so you should try everything. Even if it doesn't matter, if you can get the hang of it, it's a useful skill in the future.

First, remove the glasses from the Item Box as a lower preparation. These eyeglasses allow you to visually see the density of HP previously borrowed from Mr. Dadaka. Duwah!

"Whoa!?"

I put on my glasses and everything in my sight was glowing. Super dazzling.... oh well. That everything in this world is made up of magic? It is natural if you think about it.

... give up and take off your glasses because it is useless in a situation where you cannot distinguish yourself from the landscape around you.

Well, I suddenly moaned, but there's another way to train. If you can't use glasses, the first thing you need to learn is magic sensing. Everything around you is made up of magic, so it would be easier than usual if you just sensed it.

Meditate your eyes. Relax your whole body to evoke sensory organs to feel magic. That's not what physically exists. It's only the seventh sense I created in a pseudo way...... it's going to wake me up in a small universe, but something simpler. This is not my first training. It hasn't, but it's a way I've repeated it many times before. Looks like Zen, but you don't have to be heartless. I just wish I could perceive what's out there.

…………

Labyrinth city adventurers are tested for sorcery aptitude before their debut. As for me and Yuki, the order was a little crazy because of all the circumstances, and the students at Adventurer's School are at different times, but the examination itself is done without exception.

This review is an indicator of what lineage and attribute magic is good at and easy to master, if you put it simply. Represented by a numeric value of min. 0, max. 100 for each mass fitness classification, no fitness if 0. Conversely, 100 possesses the aptitude to fully control its lineage and appears as LV1's skill in a tree called Magic Suitability. Apparently this skill is a bit of a special treatment and doesn't exist above LV2.

I do not possess the skills of Magic Suitability. There is no magic that can be handled well in the future because it is inherently fluctuating and painful.

It just doesn't mean you can't use magic without falling below the aptitude value of 100. Although there is nothing to be done in the case of the fitness value 0, even 1 is possible to master and use the magic of that lineage if there is fitness.

In my case, the one with the highest aptitude value is Enhancement. Just like the lizard old man, it means that there is suitability for the magic group that stands for physical enhancement such as Physical Boost. In other words, it's an unbroken tragedy that this is the only thing that is above the aptitude value of 50. Moreover, the suitability value of the Grant is low, so only myself can be the subject. I have received the assessment that if I strengthen myself, I will manage to use it even in real life.

In view of this aptitude, I am more perceptible of the magic in my body. It would be from there if I were to grasp the sensation in the beginning.

Take away your physical senses and look for other beings. Feel the flow of magic in the world and distinguish it from the magic it produces itself. Drawing, perceiving and manipulating boundaries is the first step towards using magic. That's what I hear. Many people can use it sensibly, like Yuki, but those called magicians understand it and manipulate it consciously. That's the first line between the sorcerer and the rest.

... I see. I can clearly tell what it feels like to have repeated it over and over and never been able to grasp it. Sure, this is a great place to train witchcraft. A world of souls where everything was built with magic. If you can't perceive magic here, you clearly don't have talent. That's how much the hurdle is lowered. It's the best place to get involved.

I can feel the difference between myself and other magic powers as I flaunt them. Even though I'm closing my eyes like this, it feels like the color of magic is different.

The magic of a colorless and transparent world is transformed and colored. The magic thus created becomes a part of me.

In this way, the first stage is clear. Next, manipulate this. Even though it is part of me, I manipulate only consciousness that does not achieve touching, not matter, and that has no mass.

…………

Yeah, it's the first time I've ever felt close to you like this.... I'm not talented.

I sensibly understood what I could do to activate magic, but I don't feel like I could use it. Not to say impossible, but you will need several times as much practice as a common sorcerer. Perhaps a systematic magic skill can activate it. But it probably stops there. What lies ahead is too far away.

Yuki uses magic to control Clear Hand. It's a skill tree called "Manipulation of Braces," but it's also a sort of magic trick. He seemed to have mastered it easily, and he had easy control over it even when he was folding it, but he knew how difficult it was by understanding it.... there is a desperate separation of taste.

Dirk's "Information Magic" is incomprehensible. The array is probably going through a number of stages of conversion to output information that is understandable to none other than himself. If we try to reproduce it properly, processing will occur that is not where the brain boils.

It's Lirica who doesn't make more sense. Build, activate, and control these sorceries without systematic skills, and treat them as firepower for combat. In addition, while moving around, avoiding attacks, taking the optimal distance…. It's not a level that the dimensions are different. This Gate of Souls doesn't make any more sense. That would be treated magically. I'm also convinced Erica calls herself a super amazing wizard.

As much as using this for combat, it's much easier and faster to physically hit him. In fact, that would be the case in most areas.

The one where you raise the level and hit him with physics. Unless it's a physical reflex, even the boss can take it down.

However, there are areas that can only be reproduced based on such procedures. This Gate of Souls and other examples of it. It is impossible to reproduce physically.

It is said that science developed to the ultimate cannot be distinguished from magic, but with uninterrupted effort, it leads to an area where science cannot be stepped into. I guess that's magic, or what they call magic.

I finally touched one end of it.

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Open your eyes. The visible landscape remains unchanged. I still don't know where it is. It's a mountain road. But the impression I get from it is something else.

The world, composed solely of exfoliating magic, is eerily exquisite and beautiful. And the way it is is is distorted everywhere.

Ultimate build. It's not like a computer, but it's a virtual world where artifacts go.

"Slightly."

Koke. I can't switch senses well. I haven't been able to transition to a physical sensation. You need to consciously switch your senses when you get in so deep.... This would be, well, a matter of getting used to. Maybe it has something to do with this being a mental body.

I have been given scattered courses, trained, and understood the foundation part of magic that I intended to understand… touched the foundation of the foundation and understood how the real magicians who do not rely on their skills are out of their minds.... I wonder if those guys have about fifty brains hidden in the invisible part.

I can't even compare myself to those monsters, but I really understood the least. This alone makes sense for diving the Gate of Souls.... There may even be some skill orbs that can be used now.

Point your gaze at your hands. Concentrate your magic there. I can't say it's very smooth and L.A. is huge, but I can move.

Although it has not reached the realm of MP manipulation that alters the direction of magic skills, it has been found to be close to this when it comes to HP manipulation. It is not as precise as it can be used in action, but it would also be possible to thicken the walls locally depending on the training.

Keep the HP moving in your hands. I couldn't help but be slow...... but it got thicker. When I tap it with my opposite hand, I do feel the walls thicken. It's close to what it feels like when you hit a large monster with a huge amount of HP.

Stand up, jump. Now move and land your HP on your feet as soon as possible, even with the big mess. This alone has shown that the impact of the landing has been greatly mitigated. Maybe now you can land without any problems jumping off the building. However, it seems that the joint part as well as the foot need to be strengthened.

... right. I thought HP was a wall, but this feeling could probably be deployed in the body. I didn't have cat ears, and I can strengthen my joints and guts. It would also be possible to imitate things like physical strengthening if we limited ourselves to the simple ones.

"... Hmm"

This is amazing. The walls will be thinner for that minute because you need to bring some minutes to move it from somewhere, but it would be useful if you could just control it. Versatile.

I don't think I can do it yet, but I might be able to fly higher by moving my HP at the moment of leap. Or maybe if we stick it to the ultimate, we can make a bunk jump. I've heard of skills like that, but it's fascinating to be able to reproduce them without skills. My movements, which I have been told to be disgusting from time to time, will be able to reach even more disgusting and incomprehensible areas.

HP operation alone is this versatility. How much can I do if I can master the MP operation of being able to adjust the direction of my skills?

Extreme stories, magic manipulation techniques are useful even if magic skills are unavailable. Suffice it to say it's a must if you're an adventurer looking up there.

... I have compatibility and penalty issues, but I'd better throw them in here whenever possible. Let's talk to Lirica when we get home.

... Well, it was surprisingly easy to touch the foundations of magic manipulation. There was also an unexpected harvest, but it was a by-product. If I were to say it at this point, the greatest harvest would have been understanding the structure of the world at one end.

A world of dreams built with the magic of stripping. Test Grounds for Souls. If you look at it this way, you can see that it is an accurate representation.

... but that's why I know this world is closed. Probably no matter how far you walk down this road you're standing right now, there's no exit. I guess just figuring that out is progress, but it didn't turn into more and more clogging.

This is a world built from information that my soul possesses, but it probably cannot be freely altered. Even if something happens that doesn't clap like a dream, it can't happen. That's the world. I mean, it doesn't change that we have to look for a way out.

Honestly, it helps not to worry about the Grummers coming out of my delusions. There doesn't seem to be a problem with inadvertent thinking about weird things.

So how can I get out? Again, I have to think about that. There doesn't seem to be a problem with failing, but what to start with for now.

If this is only a dream, we can't move on while we're trapped in common sense. Then let's shift our perspective a little bit. I have a path at my feet. Downhill that leads all the way. It's common sense to walk there if there's a way, but wouldn't it be quicker to jump if it's just going downstairs?

"Come on!

The thing tried and jumped across the guardrail to the bottom of the cliff. I feel a real floating feeling that doesn't look very hallucinating, but it's something I'm used to too.

Practice manipulates HP and deploys it to your feet. The shock eased somewhat...... I feel it.

The landing destination is the road as well. We should have moved downstairs, but the scenery hasn't changed much. Maybe it's a loop structure or something, but it's not clear. I tried to flashly destroy the guardrail and went further down.

What I was waiting for was a similar landscape. But if you look up there, you can see the card rail you just destroyed. Naturally, the guardrail at the current location is not broken. On a good note, the landscape shows slight differences.... I don't seem to be looping, but that's a funny story.

No matter how many times you jump like that, you'll never get to the foot. I don't know if this is Mount Akajo, and I don't know its altitude, but it won't be higher than Mount Fuji. I'm not willing to try, but I guess I can't get to the foot by jumping that far, I guess. On the other hand, climbing a cliff is the same thing, and I guess I can't get to the top anywhere.

Normally, it's impossible, but this place is like a dream. I'm sure this place doesn't actually exist either, and I'm unconsciously building a place that looks like it. Then you can reproduce it even in places you don't recognize. It's like an auto-generated dungeon with only parts available.

Stop jumping and think as you walk down the road again.

In short, I'm stuck in this mysterious mountain path. I don't know which side of this is the test of my soul, but that's what it is anyway. Escaping may be a test, but that doesn't make sense. Whatever you think, I don't think that's the only way I can train my soul.

Organize your information. First of all, this is Gunma Prefecture. in my dreams, but definitely because I have confirmed more than one of those descriptions so far. It's clear there. And I don't have any other information. I thought I could tell something from letters and pictures like plunder, but everything was so unreadable. In other words, the only thing that matters is that this is Gunma Prefecture.

So what does Gunma Prefecture mean? The first thing I can think of is GUMMER...... no, forget it. I don't want that to happen. Don't remind me. Because you don't come out of the shade of a tree with a spear or anything...... no, don't.

It's a place I don't know much about, but I've never set foot in Gunma Prefecture before in my life. I've passed it during long distances, and I've seen it from inside the car. I've seen the scenery on TV and online. But that alone makes a weak impression. It won't be enough to come out into dreams and set the stage for trials that will grind your soul.

... What if that's just not remembering?

It doesn't mean my impression is weak and I forgot, I remember it being missing. Suppose you were visiting there?

If so, the test of the soul would change from an idiotic delusion to something as realistic and vicious as possible.

Maybe, but this is the pre-trial stage. First of all, it doesn't start without remembering what this place is like for me. I felt that way.

The Earth I lived on was destroyed by the only malice. I don't remember it, and I don't know how it was destroyed, but I'll assume that first.... where was I then?

"...... Huh!?"

I ran a burning pain in my head. But if you think from the environment this isn't a normal headache, it should be something more mental.

... apparently correct. I've felt thin before I dived the gate, but facing this memory is the test of my soul. Perhaps this place is also attached to some important matter…. It's a place I've been visiting in my disappeared memory.

... really?

Look around again.

Is that really true? I just find it really uncomfortable. I don't know any place like this. I haven't visited. Don't feel that way. That's what fragments of my disappeared memories say.

Explore memory to get closer to the right answer. My headaches are getting worse.

Remove the headache medicine from the Item Box and take it. It is a highly effective product that will not be sold to the public. I don't know if it makes sense in this world, but it would be better than nothing. Placibo effect, Placibo effect.

... I should have taken two pills, but it wasn't diminishing.... I took my pills. Damn, it's like a dream here after all. Whatever you think doesn't seem to make sense, but swim out to the ocean of thought again in anticipation of the placebo effect.

I'm sure. I just have a lid on me and I know the way to the right answer. He said he was just turning away from it.

The day the world ended. The beginning day of the end. I was in Tokyo then. The beautiful bow that I came to visit all of a sudden for some reason was with me. Fragments of the memory that flicker and resurrect after coming to the labyrinth city show that fact.

That's right. The beginning of the end is Tokyo, not here. Then why am I in Gunma Prefecture? There must be a reason.

Is this the only place where malice has emerged?... No.

So the only malice I've encountered is this place?... That's not the same.

It wasn't here that I met you. Somewhere. The answer is probably not here, but in a deeper place. That would require touching even the part engraved on the soul.

Then the answer is like I got it.... Me, we've been running away. Apart from what the situation was in Tokyo, there are also things that cannot be reached at a distance by a mare. It did not specify a destination, but chose "where few people seem" at realistically moveable distances. If you think so, it is natural. I don't think transportation is working in that situation, so perhaps the means of travel is cars. Regardless of who I am, it's hard to think of walking when you think about beautiful bows.

... No, it wasn't me and Beautiful Bow who were there. There should have been more of them. populations like refugees. Large cars like they were forced to pack. People I don't know. People who don't know their names or their faces......

... Things that remind me of were faceless, unnamed people.

Headache distorts vision. Crawl to the ground. A sharp, intense, very insane pain irritates the cancer and the head. It feels like even an excavator is punching into your brain. Is this the spiritual world where the pain is so clear?

No. This sight is a bluff. It's impossible to have this sight.

... right. Even though he ran away, he couldn't be this peaceful and safe. Impossible.

The moment I recognized it that way, a crushed asphalt entered my sight.

"Ha..."

If you push a headache to kill it and force your face up, the landscape collapsed into a guchug of roads, buildings and even mountains. The tragedy is spreading as if it had been suffered in an air raid as well. As I measured the timing, I could see the sun rising from across the mountain.

... the night was about to dawn.

-3-

Keep walking. The headache is terrible, even walking walks in a state of finally. Go ahead. Tokyo is what we should aim for. I was convinced of that.

That's how I realized I could get through the mountains. In a way, it's on schedule. But can we get there in this situation? Even at the moment there is such a possibility, can we really look at reality directly? This is still one end, only the superficial part. Know that and go see the truth?

Headaches aren't the only cause. The sense of crisis in me is refusing to do everything in its power.

I thought we needed to face each other somewhere. That's what I was ready for. I was going to make up my mind. But the legs stick to the ground, and the weight is like lead, so much so that lifting them is a hundred million hijacks. I know. Though in my dreams, I didn't actually get heavy, just that I'm refusing.

If you noticed, the area had turned downtown. Naturally enough to illusion that I've been walking here since the beginning. There are piles of rubble all around. There is no safe part of the road or house. Even the game that rattled the collapsed world would still have some better buildings.

I'm not kidding about resembling a fake Japan. A world where nothing happens, nothing changes, 'cause it's better than here.

I lack a sense of time. I don't know how many hours I walked. My body clock doesn't work properly either. It is also possible that only the stage moved without walking in the first place. Everything is fuzzy. It even makes me suspicious of the boundaries around me.

This is probably a bad situation. If you can't establish yourself, it's not a test. Probably put back in front of the gate.

I haven't asked if I can try again, but I don't feel I can come here on the same terms. More than that, I feel like my instincts fail. I started casually in the course of my conversation with Erica, but this trial is an irrevocably important event. of the level at which all possibilities will be lost if we fail.

Think. Don't lose yourself. Don't forget what to see and what to know. What is this world trying to show me?

I don't know. I don't know, but I keep asking.

In the first place, did the landscape look like this actually happen? I can't really feel it reproduced from my memory.

It is good that the only world that touched malice collapsed. No, it's not good as a matter of fact, but as far as I'm concerned, it's inevitable that it will. But the landscape you see is full of wreckage as if it had happened in the war.

... right. A world thus reconfigured and shaped, but not enough yet. This is not the world to be seen.

It's too unnatural in the first place. A collapse of this magnitude would spare even Dammus, a level that would be possible if there were more than one front-line adventurer. It seems very unlikely that being there alone would result in the collapse of civilization superexistence doing something.

That's not all. The most unnatural thing is not to feel death. The city is broken, but there are no bodies. I see nothing reminiscent of death. And no matter how close you get to Tokyo, the landscape doesn't change much. Just like in the mountains, it doesn't look like it's looping, but everywhere is just as doomed.

From this situation, I guess I still have a lid on my consciousness. I accepted that the world was doomed. So there is this landscape. But that can't be all. This is a fictional landscape that I created from the word doom, unable to look directly at reality. It's a coward's landscape that even in the fiction of dreams overwrites with fiction.

- A coward's Watanabe outline. Watanabe Tsunami who closes his eyes and continues to pretend to have forgotten his past. You're not strong enough to look at reality.

The time limit is close. Things don't change without remembering. I need to remind you. Things don't change. If it stays the same, the world ends. The road to infinity is closed. It's not just Watanabe Tsunami that ends, it's everything. Everything that exists there ends. We can't put it behind us any more.

Do you want me to tell the mighty? Should I throw it to the Dungeon Master or the Imperial Dragon and do everything I have to do?

Well, that's certainly a legitimate means. In fact, it's necessary to hold hands, and I'm not strong enough, wise enough, or informative enough to do something alone.

But it's different in this situation to leave it to others. That's just an escape. Then the end of the world cannot be avoided. There is no way to escape from it in a legitimate way. I'm here because I can't avoid it by legitimate means.

I don't know what they're asking for. But I'm sure that's not pure power or clever little craftsmanship, and I can't deal with it in Dammus or the Imperial Dragon. That's what Erica Edenfelde showed up before the Watanabe line that might make something happen.

There's only one thing I can do. There are things that can only become Watanabe in this world.

The only path prepared to avoid the end. That's the way I came, this Gate of Souls. No other path is available.

No... but I'm sure. There is no art of fighting the end in any world.... did not exist. He said this trial was an impossible possibility prepared to force the path open.

"Heh... Ha..."

I enjoyed that I was about to fall to the ground.

... What's it feel like now? It's like I'm realizing the truth and just looking away...

- You should know. You should be watching. You understand it's an irresistible end.

That can't be right. I don't know anything. There is no way to know about the Watanabe Line in a parallel world that exists in countless ways. Erica found out about my story in the parallel world and the fact that I was the only one of the many Watanabe schemas.

Not to mention how to resist the end of the world, which shouldn't exist...

- If you're going to open up the possibility that you can't be on top of that, it's inevitable that you'll need an equally improbable price. I understand that.

The price…….

I feel nauseous. I feel dizzy. of the body… the feeling of distortion, twisting and breaking from the core of being.

That's a sinful snail. It is the feeling of the soul of those who have a cause that no man can bear.

- Watanabe Tsunami is strong. He has an incredibly tough mental ability to stay, and he has the power to pierce himself. But that's not enough.

Even if you had a non-standard mentality as a person, like surviving from any place of death, it was only a person's. But that's more than what we're being asked for now. We must deviate from all possibilities, not as people.

And you have to get there as a person rather than be required to be Watanabe Tsunami. It must not be another being. You can't even be another being. Because it is Watanabe Tsunami who has the right to challenge. At that time, it was Watanabe Tsunami who gained the right to challenge.

I think my headache has healed just a little bit. I don't think I owe it to the pills, but it got better.

I found my body trembling instead. Fear, not cold. It's not a superficial matter either, it's a fear that springs from the bottom of your soul.

Scared. So much fear that I didn't feel for any mighty enemy is tying the spirit body of the stripping.

But you can't stop your leg. If I had stayed holding nothing, I would have given up. But what's piled up so far is pounding and moving a body tied up with fear.

- When you're afraid, you just swallow it. You chew it up, you drink it up, you turn it into food.

It's easy for me to say. It is humans who cannot do that. So this is how we are distracting ourselves from reality.

You're the thing that was created to be there, so it's that simple.

... Who the hell am I talking to?

This is the Gate of Souls. A lonely fictional world the soul shows. As Erica bothered to interrupt at the entrance, there's only Watanabe here. I can't exist. I know you're a Gunmer, but you're a horny delusion, but what shows up here is something created based on my soul. If I say so, it's me.

What you don't know can't exist. There is no possibility that it does not exist. That's the kind of closed world we should be in here.

Then the only voice that speaks like this is itself.

- You're half right.

... half?

That's what triggered it, the world changes again. The place was intact, the debris intact, just countless deaths added.

Something that was supposed to be added. Originally, the additional elements that were supposed to be more complete betrayed expectations and appeared even less realistic.

I have to say, it's ridiculous. The landscape shows in my sight.

-4-

"What... what is this?"

It was an unimaginable sight.

I know there's a body. I can also see blood marks and organ-like objects on the ground and walls. That is unusual, but it is natural and natural from the element of annihilation. There can be no such thing as a doom without death.... That's good.

The problem is that the world is beyond comprehension.

Too dense a dead odor fills and pollutes the lungs. I can't stay sane. But it doesn't swallow the madness either. antagonism of the spirit until unnatural. Everything is abnormal. In a space where the anomaly was normal, and I looked out over the landscape, I was calm everywhere.

I don't remember. I don't remember. But I know. At least I accept that myself. That's what happened.

He said the unreality in front of him was the path that the Watanabe Tsunami used to take.

The flesh of a corpse-like person grows from the wreckage of a car. The skyscrapers are unnaturally bent and intertwined with another building.

There was a mouth on the ground. Street trees were swallowing people. The sky was cracked. People were eating people and eating themselves.

The body has no face. Yes, but "no". Not allowed to exist. There was a hole in existence as if to deny that it was individual.

I look familiar to the man in the driver's seat of a broken and wrecked truck. He looks like a well-known benefactor. I can see that. But a man doesn't have a face. I can't identify you. I know, but I can't remember. I don't know. As if that didn't exist from the beginning, every name was erased. Poor beings deprived of their faces and names were coloring a crumbling world.

An impossible world of madness. A world distorted by all things. And I found that to be a recreation of the real world. People in a world like this... there is no way that life can survive. The world was over enough to convince me so.

"... ha"

Is this the last of the world that kept turning away?

Watanabe Tsunami was walking in a world like this. I was fighting. He was running away. I was surviving. I'm sure he was looking for a way to survive with a lot of his people.

But there is no such way. I was looking for something I knew I didn't. I didn't want to admit I didn't.

There is no future, and there is no tomorrow. I don't know when they'll kill me. The enemy is everything but himself...... no, it's not. I'm sure you're even the enemy.

Disease of doom so engineered to self-destruct. I understood that was the only thing that touched malice. It's hard to just leave your self. There's no way we can keep fighting with five bodies satisfied in a world like this. Even though Watanabe Tsunami can't remain Watanabe Tsunami.

A crying face of a beautiful bow to remember. It must have been a miraculous thing to imagine even what was left of it, and it must have come true on top of all the sacrifices.

If you noticed, your left half of your senses were gone.... No, I didn't.

It was eaten from the inside out, eroded and lost its function, not a reproduction of a conflicting thing like when we fought at the Castle of Blood one day. The left arm, in particular, does not exist from the root.

Slashed?... No, you're not.

Eaten?... That's not the same.

The answer is held in your right hand. I lost myself and lost my perverted parts... and I pulled my left arm off myself.

This, I can understand that the only thing that looks like a part of a monster is my left arm. And Watanabe Tsunami is a weapon used to survive in this world.

Hence the "one-handed weapon". There is nothing wrong with the gift. I had a good reason to be there.

Erosion continues. I'm losing myself. Even here, which is supposed to be a world of illusions, it is reproduced.

Like crawling, something besides myself… the enemy continues to erode. Already the part as a human being is largely being lost and transformed into something else. Even though we knew this was like a hallucination reproduced from the past, the feeling of being eroded and eaten from the inside aroused an unbearable fear.

Perhaps not just people, but animals, plants, microbes and inorganics all the same. It was transformed into a presence to destroy the enemy. That created this tragedy. Everything you can perceive is malice. A virus that destroys everything that lives and lives.

It's the worst stage where you can't escape or fight.

Walk. Aim to end in such a ridiculous world. The distance that escaped was too far and too steep a journey for a man to tread.

I didn't even think I could get there. But I got there. In a world where everything is crazy and shattered, I saw the end of the world.

I guess it's because I can't perceive the way I walked this way. The end of the world is lost after fighting to the end.

Tokyo. A cracked sky. There are holes in a world filled with madness more than anywhere else. That's the beginning of the end. Where all the culprits crawled out.

And now I know. I think it's something I know now.

It's an empty hole in space if you just want to see it. It doesn't have a shape. It's probably not the same impression as it was at the time. But my soul is screaming that it's the same thing.

"… infinite corridor"

I was made to understand that I am still the same thing that I keep trying. Infinity is spreading beyond that. That beyond is connected to countless worlds.

The Watanabe Tsunami, who I... was a normal person at the time, couldn't possibly know that. Yet we set foot in the end of the earth.

I'm not thinking about going home. I don't even know what's there. I don't even think I can do anything. I must have gotten there just to find out.

I'll walk out there again, recreated, too. I'm sure the answer is there.

There is no interruption. No enemies either. There are no obstacles. The mouth of the infinite corridor feels rather inviting even.

Now I know. Beyond that is the only disaster named malice. I wasn't waiting for me. I didn't even call me. Just a disaster to be there.

I can see that the big mouth in the space is in the world of the Gate of Souls, the second gate to test my soul. He said he was waiting for my trial.

A test for shattering, reconstituting and shaping the soul. The end of the Watanabe line. And I found out that there was more truth there.

- But it's still early. You don't deserve that.

Everything disappeared when I walked out to dive into it like a half-dollar with my soul shattered.

The mouth of the infinite corridor, the collapsed Tokyo, all the worlds my soul had created disappeared. All I have left is myself and a black space with nothing. And the enormous light that rises in that darkness. Only me and him existed.

My two eyes look at this one. Still observing.

"... you"

I've been talking about it for a long time now, and I know it's him. I also understood that it was part of me.

I just perceived it when I was there, and I remembered what it was like.

"Don't interrupt."

- What do you see with such a shattered soul -

Talk. It's supposed to be the same thing, like tell.... At least I don't feel malicious.

"I don't know. I'm just going because I need to."

- You should know. All that's there is out of sight, only the truth with the lid on it. The fact that I'm stopping like this means it's not that time yet.

"If you get bogged down, the world will perish. You know that."

You can't be the one who doesn't know. You seem to be hiding what you need, but there must be something you don't know.

- If we get ahead of here, you'll be crushed before the world. Then it will eventually perish. Same thing.

"But it's necessary."

If they tell you that the fate of the world depends on you, it's Watanabe Tsubaki who fights bloody vomiting with stupidity.

I want to have fun. I want to throw something terrible at someone. I want to live in a safe zone. But I can't do that, so it's Watanabe Tsunami.

- I'm not stopping myself from going ahead or knowing. It's too early for you. He says he's not qualified enough...

"If you haven't stopped it, get out of the way. I don't have time for this."

- If thou wilt, the way shall be opened again. Probably one more time. That's your last chance.

"... you must be a part of me though. How do you know that?"

That's not certain about the future. It must be at the end of a path that doesn't exist. No matter how many of these guys, they can't possibly know that.

- Because you know it. Because you know everything that's going to happen, everything that's ever happened, everything that's not going to happen. There is nothing unrecognizable about the event from which the Watanabe Tsunami began. That's what we are.

But you're stopping it. I'm hiding it so I don't show it. I can't face it if it's covered.

Or are you saying it's my will in itself?

"... aren't you on my side?

- It's something interesting to ask yourself. … No answer. I'm not an enemy or an ally. I'm just an organ.

I know you're such a thing. Towards a part of me. Are you on my side, what an asshole question.

- I am the original sin of Watanabe Tsunami. There's only one thing I can do instead that I can't do with my weak Watanabe.

A figure emerges from the darkness. I can't get a sense of distance. I can't measure the size or anything in a space like this. I just know that it's huge.

But I don't feel scared because I know that's what it is. I was cowardly, but I just pretended not to know.

The figure is a beast. It doesn't resemble any beast I know. Spider if you dare. But this guy is a beast, not a bug. That's for sure.

... that's something you can tell by name. This guy is part of me, because he's been on the table many times.

"... The Hunger Beast"

- The name is right and wrong. I was planted with "The Prisoner of Cause and Effect," and the very instinct of the Watanabe outline that changed shape. Although the skill name does not have a unique name -

This guy is an instinct snail twisted from what he should be. Instinct snail to fight death, knocking my death place into salvation and purgatory more than once.

The original sin of Watanabe Tsunami, who eats me, eats the world, and eats karma.

There can't even be a name. But if I were to dare name it, this is what I'd call it.

... with the beast of cause and effect.