The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

Singing, dancing, drinking and hallucinating were the same as last time. But when the excitement of the people was ripe, Madame Ramor brought the Prophet to the unit in the middle.

White Keaton and robe, expressionless white mask, medium height, and a man with a hood covering his head.

The prophet was real.

A real wizard.

As soon as he opened his mouth in a loud voice blocked by the mask, a tremendous storm of ether shook the whole garden.

I felt blind for a few seconds because of the light.

Sah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah...

Pod!

Ether, which spread even after covering the courtyard, sank into a temperature-free flame with a blue-purple glow.

The purple ether snowflakes shot up constantly, as if Madame Ramor's garden had become a huge snowball.

Clayo opened his mouth under the mask.

This is absolutely ridiculous.

'The ether's color... You think he's at the level of a Meiji master?’

A magical ceremony came to mind under the curtain of Ether, which formed a dome. However, the magic formula was also strangely intertwined and twisted, making it difficult to tell exactly what it was written.

Even though the function of 'Promise' was fully developed, the identity of the prophet could not be identified. No level, no sign of sexual activity.

There was only one message on the man of the white robe.

Disturb the output format of [-'Speech'.]

The twins seemed to be delighted by the feast of the eyes, and Chell, who fell a little, felt that he did not erase the suspicious glance beyond the mask.

And people are in a frenzy.

He seemed to have been hypnotized by mass hypnosis.

"Did you see the flame of grace. This is the light that leads us to look outside the world, which is beyond the power of the real God, who will come later."

Some fell to their knees, and some began to bow to self-proclaimed prophets.

The Ether laser show became more and more colorful.

As if to respond, tears and screams covered the garden.

"Wow!"

"The prophet!"

Clay didn't know what was what.

There was nothing but the radiance and shadow of the unique ester's light, which was inexhaustible, and people cried out looking into the air.

"Did you see the other world?"

"I can see it."

"Oh, my God."

"See, the tower that touches the sky and the fire that lights up the night like day?

"I see it."

"Did you see the birds of steel and the fire of God following them?"

Finally, a man went before the prophet and kissed his feet, shaking.

"I saw it! A giant tower, a bird of fire."

"What the hell do you see...!’

I could see beyond the mask. People's heads were all in different directions.

"I guess each of us is looking at something different. How could this be possible...?’

The twins and Chelsea were also swept by the crowd, but they didn't seem to be excited.

"Is this guy giving you a vision? I don't think that's going to work for Ethers.’

It was hard to think straight because of the surroundings.

Boom, boom, boom.

Boom boom.

The clouds of standing people's feet grew stronger.

About thirty people took off their shoes and stepped barefoot on the grass.

Keaton broke and the masks twisted, held each other's hands and began to spin around the prophet.

The speed was getting faster.

Clayo was swept away by people and had to do the same.

Those who were in a frenzy were strong regardless of gender. Their strong hands made my knees and ankles hurt and my lungs burst.

"Did you see it?"

"I saw it!"

"That's a different world. Not here, not in the world!"

"Ah!"

Some people reacted differently.

As if they had accepted Madame Lamar's invitation several times, they were familiar with leading the atmosphere.

"How did I forget this?”

"Now I remember everything."

"This mystery and joy... I can't believe I can taste it again....”

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Clayo's feet got tangled up when he glanced at the reaction of the fanatics who were apparently present.

Losing the hand of the person in front of him, he lay on the floor, gasping as if he was going to throw up his guts.

I was really on the verge of exhaustion.

At this point, I could see for sure.

"It's not a platform. I don't know if it's a cult rally.’

More and more people fell down and sobbed or stared into the air.

The mouth under the half-leaved mask was all smiles.

Eventually, Clayo crept into the edge of the garden, as there were even people who threw up. It was a dirty mess anyway.

'If you collect people who like ocult and give them drinks and hallucinogens and give them a spectacle 4D, it won't go away. Of course I'll get over it.’

Such magic is unfamiliar because there are very few skilled wizards and most of them are unsociable researchers or teachers.

Magic is rarely used as an entertainment tool in the first place. Before Clayo, there was only a freak Ezra.

"It's crazy when I made snowflakes and even lit them on my school exams.’

Two years later, the school's messengers and students would chat about snowquat eyes that Clayo had sprayed during his freshman final exam.

Ether respondents are usually indifferent to occult. So no one has ever recognized the identity of the prophet.

Also, few of the Melchior agents had ethers, so they were caught up in this strange magic and lost their memory.

The atmosphere got hotter and hotter while Clayo lay on his back.

When the clouds of everyone's feet were at their peak and most people were crushed to the ground,

Self-praise.

peal of laughter

In the midst of it, a serene, almost sacred prophet came down to the altar.

Behind his head, a halo of pure gold ether floated.

No matter how civilized the citizens of a society were, they would be able to call God.

"Everyone saw what I saw, so now listen."

All the words stopped except gasping and sobbing. It was a silence of wonder and exhaustion.

The prophet looked down at each and every one of the participants and raised the tension. Clay felt tight in the gut feeling tight.

Again he opens his mouth.

Listening in silence clearly distinguished the original voice.

It was just the voice of an ordinary young man who could not be trusted to control such a terrible ether.

"I am Markion the Prophet. I've seen a new divinity coming from the world's Pian. I know there will be a god of mercy who does not carry out justice by tyranny."

Clayo, lying on the floor and turning his head, wriggled like a pricked canary.

'I've heard this somewhere else.’

It`s not true salvation to end a history that repeats forever, and repeated sufferings. What would it be like to be the God who created us and to save us? God, who created this flawed world and forced us to repeat ourselves in pain, cannot bring true salvation."

After listening all the way, I was almost distracted.

Is this something that the author looked at and referenced in the previous world? Is it something meaningful? Or is it another mistake?’

"When we believe, see, and read, everyone will possess miracles. Between love and faith."

The ether began to rise again from his fingertips as Marquion raised his arms gently. People looked at the prophet in bewilderment.

"[Even though I have the ability to prophesy and know all the secrets and all the knowledge, and all the faith to move the mountain, I am nothing without love.

Even if I save myself from everything I have and burn my body, it will be of no use to me without love.

Piaad-

Ether of the strange light circled around each and every one of them, soothing to the tired and exhausted. It was a magic that could not be carried out with ordinary ether flow rates even if it was a light that disturbed the eyes.

But Clay was not surprised by the amount of Ether.

It was because of a self-proclaimed prophet's quote.

That man... is talking about the Bible.’

There was no mistake.

"Did you see that? This new word of mine, from outside the strange world. Cross-communication is possible. I cross the border of the world.I saw it, and I realized one thing. The world is made up of writing, and it is legible."

Clayo, who had held on despite the previous turmoil, was shocked as if he had been electrocuted by an electrode.

Where did he come from? Is it okay to spread the secrets of the world view like this?'

Clay wasn't the only one involved in this manuscript from the rest of the world?

If you're going to leak out of such a strange place, why did you strangle people's throats so far?

The atmosphere around him was solemn whether Clayo heated up or not.

With even the sobbing dying down, Markion, the halo, continued.

"The end has come before us, who have been blind to the truth and have been blind to it has come to an end. It won't be long."

'No, by the way, that's weird.’

The twins lying face down as if they had fallen, Chelsea, who was lying behind the prophet, and Clayo's eyes met through the fallen grass.

It's like the heart of the heart. It worked even if I didn't say it.

He's talking shit right now.’

Maybe he's trying to take the money.’

"What do you mean the end?"

Clayo immediately dismissed the hypothesis that the prophet was also a lion sent by Moussa.

Why is it causing social unrest if God intentionally put in human resources who want less sacrifice and pain in the world?

The religion of the goddess Mnemosine was a religion without scriptures, with praise and poetry recited by priests. Of course, there was no such concept as an absolute end that would come someday.

Originally, the end and salvation are the whip and carrot of religion, so without it, threats don't work well.

"All known nations in the world worship the goddess of Manemosine and her daughters as gods. Therefore, religious discipline and coercion are not strong and the authority of the church is weak. It's designed to stop the religious war....’

For the people of this world, divine power was called God's blessing, magic was God's blessing, and the scar was God's choice.

The ambiguous distinction between everyday miracles has diluted the absolute nature of religion.

As such, it was the cancer of society that spread the Apocalypse theory in a world where religion did not kill people.

That false prophet was acting like a European spread of smallpox to an immunized South American.

"I've created an extreme religious world, and why are you pooing?’

Maybe….

'…did he really look at the previous world?’

If the god and Melchior of this world could do that, it would not be impossible for anyone else.

Back in his distant memory, Clay recalled the various apocalyptic denominations that shook the 1990s.

"How did you come up with such a summary of the subject matter of the pseudo-religious community?’

Markion's Yabawi continued.

"I have seen the fate of the world in a book, and I have given it back to you. It's the world coming to an end."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Firebird!"

"A quenched river!"

"Then, my prophet, will our world end like that?”

"That's right."

"What should I do, what should I do?"

Marcion fixed his head in the far air and stretched out a finger with gloves on. He stammered the invisible text with his hands, creating a speech like a reader.

"Follow me. He who has full love and faith will survive after the end of the world."

"The Prophet."

"On the day of judgment and death, the whole earth will be burned, but only those who listen and follow me correctly will be saved from the soul forever! Can you believe it?"

"I believe you!"

"I believe you!"

People hit the floor again and shed tears under the mask.

It was an unpleasant and eerie collective madness to blend in with the mind.

It seems that he understood the new medicine completely backwards to show miracles and make him worship himself.

In the midst of shock and horror, the campfire and the candle at the edge of the garden were all gone, and the moon was left.

The prophet raised one hand again.

As if to signal something.

"I have seen a new spring and a new land. The previous perforation and the previous land will be gone."2)

1) "The Bible of the Translation" "The Corinthians" 13:13.

2) King James Bible, Revelation 21:1.