Tower of Karma

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The red-haired man glanced at Alfred.

"One of them, to be exact. Unbelievable?

"Of course it is."

"Especially so."

The man walks loosely through a space where Alfred can't move. Up and down upside down, sitting out somewhere else if he thought he'd disappeared, or at least he seemed free to tread through this space.

My usual dream, Alfred thinks so.

"Dream? Hmm, that's information I don't know. Ark, what are you doing?

A man who reads that thought and gives a strange look.

"Well, okay. Something to read. It makes no sense to trace the thoughts of the imperfect. Too childish, too shallow. I don't have a choice."

The man sighs with a pitiful face.

"… so arrogant"

"Because I am the Creator, I can do things differently than simply say. It is only natural that we are isolated from Sir and others who were created as imperfects."

I can't move. I can't move. I can't move.

"The incomplete, how did you create such a creature?

"I want to hear it. We also have a faction, and our brothers' faction, distant, far from the truth and unreasonable, created Sir and others in our faction for the ultimate one. Honestly, I still don't understand. Keep observing Sir and the others, and the conclusion will still remain the same"

All this time, I wanted to ask you the sincerity. Why is the world so imperfect? But it seems that God in front of us is different from the one who created us.

"What happened to your faction?

"... Ten thousand years, we who never contested, contested, lost. It's a tragedy that happened because that man who skipped the present to the incomplete was more complete than anyone else. Sin Apollon, my brother's most powerful newcomer. He was a fool."

"So where is that mightiest man now?

"Kuku, do you want to overlap the question without even moving into this situation? There is prospect of an incomplete split. Dead, no, if I borrow the word of my friend, was it 'collected'? They don't kill. Continue to" collect "the existence and store it. As they approached this galaxy, their brothers were swallowed. with the divine tribe created to imitate us completely."

"The complete loses."

"How do you tell your opponents to win things that don't exist?"

There was no light in the eyes of the blushing and crushing man. Hit and change from when you were talking so good, a shade that struck me with despair.

Deep, too deep-rooted despair was there.

"There was a home far beyond the stars in this whole heaven instantly. Unlike the old generation, our newcomers were building a lasting peace without competing or taking away from each other, woohoo, a true ideal place. We were not old, we were not sick, we did not die, we were prosperous in complete harmony. But one day they suddenly appeared. The existence of branch leaves had been confirmed, but no one thought it was as interminable as that, and half of the galaxy, which in just six months had extremed its prosperity, was swallowed. Lightly, yeah. I was able to hit locally effective hands in the Seventh Sphere and elsewhere, but the quantity was too different, so I had to escape in the big picture"

The man looks up at the stars as he misses them.

"The fleeing large fleet was scattered throughout the universe. but most probably wouldn't have escaped. After a considerable number of sacrifices, we miraculously survived and reached this galaxy. I was delighted when I found these stars. It looked like our hometown."

The man grinned, staring at the pale stars, at the nine planets.

"We initially settled on two stars. In relation to the faction we were talking about earlier. The red star there is ours, the gold star, my brothers. A multidimensional arithmetic apparatus Schwarzbald was then installed to aggregate the research data of both sides on a pale star in between. Sir, you've been close, haven't you?

"... too magnificent a story"

"That's what myth is all about. As a result, currently the only person on the Golden Star continues to survive, but the study itself ends long ago. After the pale star was taken as the star of man, its significance was lost from the earth. My brothers left, as I mentioned earlier. Red stars are also now dormant. I turned the ultimate failure into just a dead star."

The man said he enjoyed talking and couldn't help it. It was the wind.

Perhaps I haven't had anyone to talk to in a long time.

I can deduce that from the fact that at the first point in time those who come to recognition said it was rare.

"Thus, after a long time, only the most incapable life remains. A prison that is as comfortable as a swing cage and irrationally swirls because of its imperfections. I feel sorry for you, it is precisely the very history that the old mankind was tracing. My brother said, we made a mistake. We have to start over. The result, Kuru, is this mama. I no longer hate to laugh."

The man becomes a true face. Then stand in front of Alfred and touch him.

"Use me. Make it arc. Make it alexis, the vessel was too small to use me. Ark's prediction of the future is still better, and even Alexis could only understand the immediate future. I can give you more broad, almighty power. Sir, let's use it. Let civilization leap together. A thousand years, ten thousand years, all at once!

"I'm willing to rely on unreasonable predictions."

"You're telling me, right? Prediction is only a fragment. I am true and God, one of the newcomers. You have a line that even the current administrator, who is only a replica, doesn't know. Schwartzbalt, packed with our wisdom, the fountain itself is the arithmetic device. I can understand the meaning, significance, and significance of the device that manages, connects, and collects the three worlds."

Various rationales in Alfred's head lead to thought experiments.

To that unconscious curiosity the man breaks up with each other greatly.

"With all that accuracy, the future can pop up. Of course. In addition to our civilization, we're still collecting information on all the pale stars. This level of civilization, the future, etc. can be calculated in any way. You want it? Because now you can get it all."

We get a civilization that has gone far beyond ourselves, that knowledge.

It was a sweeter invitation than honey.

"I never get lost. If we put our hands together, old or sick, all the problems that Sir now has will be solved in an instant. This is good intentions. Pure thoughts, things that are common to both of us that imperfections cannot be tolerated, can't be denied?

There is no reason not to take my hand.

If you take his offer...

"Woohoo, yeah, you're right. If you eradicate the disease, you get what you want most. Moreover, it is possible to share the perpetual robbery together. Come on, take your hand."

Yelena and I were walking down the road.

When it came to that, Alfred shouted.

"One, I have a question"

"You don't have to put it in your mouth. You thought of me, Ra."

Let's denounce our weakness. Let's make ourselves brittle.

"Can we avoid the crisis by following the path you laid?

"... crisis, huh? That's a good thing to think about when you get there. Thanks to my brother, there is a temporal respite. By the time they capture it, they can regain their former glory. But if you're growing at your current pace, you're not gonna make it."

I am looking for that 'North' over this period. On top of how many sacrifices, he dreams of lies, deception, and a peace that is hardened by intentions.

I should have understood what that boxyard looked like when I went outside.

"Imitation of technology is a tolerable and easy path. But imitation alone can never go beyond the original. If you look only at the top surface, it will be a drama. I understand that very well."

"Sir and his civilization have not even reached the point of thinking about it."

"It's a joke to imitate the wrong people in the first place."

The man's appearance changes. Redhead burns all at once and burns the starry sky.

"Do something stupid if you think there's a chance. We made a mistake, didn't we? It is not good for Sir and others to be as small as they are. A little, I think I'm making a mistake. I tried to treat him equally in good faith. But I don't have a choice like Sir in the first place. Did you think I could refuse? Sir, I can't take one move."

The man grabs Alfred's neck.

Feels like something is going to erode. My eyes, they're hot.

"Did Ark say choice,? Kuck, it's sun-burned man bullshit looking for a path that doesn't even exist for one woman without using me. The woman was ill, and the same day she died fighting the fierce sun. A fool who crossed the sea in search of an inevitable future and lost everything as a result. That's just the way it is."

Alfred bites his teeth into one impossible situation. I couldn't forgive the curse on Ark. This man who was supposed to be with me doesn't understand one thing about that guy.

I'm not willing to.

"It's boring to have a futile resistance to me like an arc. Let me keep swallowing all my consciousness. My subject, and now it's time to get it back!

He just wants it. A glory once upon a time.

Then there will surely be the same tragedy.

"I don't want you!

"Sir's choice makes no sense."

"No, it made sense."

The wind blade severed the man's hand while the man was still trying to swallow Alfred. The boy who made it up waves his wand gently. Huge amounts of water suddenly pouring out of a space of nothing. The water currents swirled and tried to antagonize with the man's flames.

"... why is there anyone but me in the universe to be enclosed?

"What, you still don't recognize me?"

"Huh!?

Now the black flame. A night flame twitches and erodes a man's red.

Let the witch wrap her nighttime robe.