Tower of Karma

enough people to pack too much into a small mansion in the north.

"Hey, William. Marianne took my treat."

"How old are you, you can take that childish look?

"I'm telling you, Marianne!

"Mbeh."

Marianne escapes from Victoria's hand as she disengages. Keep moving. Let's get out of the mansion. The atmosphere of adulthood when I received the colorful costume of Rosalinde, which I gave for my twentieth birthday, had disappeared.

He is a big child in that.

"To you, no, both."

William plays his hand on his forehead.

"Dad, I caught some fucking mud there. A confectionery thief."

"Claude. Keep catching him. You are a woman in distress. I don't know who you look like, but I'm just gonna make up my mind."

"I just don't want my father to tell me. Right, Mr. Rutgard?"

'Cause it's the good thing about him that he's neglecting around there.'

"No, it's not good. To the best of my knowledge, Mr. Rutgard to Mr. Victoria. Lady Eleonora, Lady Claudia, Lady Schulvia, Lady Teresa, Lady Lydiane, Lautes, my sister."

"... some of you are quite the first ears"

"I'm a cheater! Go, Marianne!

"I wonder why Marianne isn't there!?

"Uh, where are you angry, you?

A bustling mansion.

"Father, help me, Mira and Yelena pulled me, and no"

"Because of me."

"Mine"

"Yes, yes, shut up. So it's the lady who pulls her hands back and shows them without being mean. You know what I mean?

"" It makes sense. ""

Charlotte snatches Alfred in the gap where they keep their hands apart. Running away as it were. The two men, defeated by the plotter, looked at each other, turned into Shura and chased him.

"Hot, son"

"Totally, who does it look like?"

"I saw terrible self-admiration. Give me back Al back those days."

"Totally."

"Oh, come on, you're both hard."

Al, Kyle, Favela, three cheap relationships.

"Female distress over two generations of parents and children, huh? Does it look like you?

"Absolutely you."

"Oh, my eyes aren't laughing, no more"

Jan and Alrett seem happy too.

"Hey Al, here comes another elusive book. Give me a hand."

"Yes, Mr. Norman. All right, work. I haven't waved my arm in a long time."

Enough.

The man who shrugged them ended the farce quietly.

Clatter, the mansion script fell and all that remained was a futilely elaborate doll.

"It's a farce that never goes down."

"I don't know what you really wanted."

"That's why I'm saying I won't let it go. I didn't know you still existed. It's a life force beyond cockroaches. Praiseworthy."

The wrath of the man was shaking off the culmination by being poked out of his own desire. Most of which I cut myself off. Because it is what I cut off.

I thought I'd give you a dream about the road to death.

"It's worse for me than a nightmare."

"Why fix it? There are no more blaming men, not even staring."

"A ghost. I'm not gonna stop walking until I forgive me. Dead doesn't change that. Who can say anything about not staring at it? And now you've been observing me. I can't say enough about no one else."

"That's the only thing God knows, don't you?"

"That's exactly it. As long as it's possible that he's watching, people will get to their ideal place, or I'll forgive me, until then, I'll stay me."

Let's call a man without a name.

The ghost cheers quietly. With pity...

"I hope one day you'll forgive me."

"You too. Farewell, a great man's guide. Even if the world forgets, I will. Your achievements. About people who don't have the same name as me."

"Don't come with me, I didn't."

The man walks out with a beautiful fantasy on his back.

Because we haven't reached the knot yet.

And the man looks directly, dreaming of himself to be dreamed of.

Golden dawn. The man stood alone looking out at the glowing world. A tower of collapsing bodies, numerous hands tangled in their own bodies. That's not the problem. If it comes to an end, king or slave, it will be the same foundation as these bodies.

But their eyes weren't good. Their gaze was not good.

More than a hand trying to pull in, a massive gaze at your presence is a sin. Why do you have a cut face?

Why do you think it can be made easier, trying to make it easier, when you are still alive, and you should have committed an unacceptable sin even if you died?

Asking eyes, eyes, eyes.

It was myself when I was swallowed up by madness. Their appearance remained frightened, hated and desperate before that madness. Yes, they are themselves standing here in their mirrors. The dead don't talk about anything. I don't hate the dead. The dead don't curse. I can't love the dead.

Still, they stand where they are. Then it is a phantom created by me, and it is only an object for me to remember sin. What matters is memory and awareness.

Carve it on yourself, who is more aware of its sins than anyone else and hates it.

Remember, this is your sin.

"... I know. It's just a dream."

In a world that still collapses, one man looks up to heaven.

"Let's finish it. Don't worry. I'm with you guys. I am not willing to be forgiven to the extent of my death. Draw the curtain now to embark on a never-ending journey of redemption!

At the end of the day, he squeezes his strength, waves off his hand and strips his fangs to heaven.

"I'm still here!

Roar toward heaven. Heaven, blow it up, heaven, tear it apart.

Now once a man goes up to the stage.

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Kyle felt a little chilly about the view from the top. All directions, the view of the heavens, the horizon as far as you can see, it seems like you're being pinned on the responsibility of unifying everything.

"Nice view, it feels good to watch"

I think there is no reply anymore, so I talk. The moment that light shined, I guess I traveled with the dawn. I haven't heard back from you.

So at the time of his death, he tried to lay his body down on his back.

"Do you really think so? Kai El Erik Grevilius"

"Become!?

It was an incredible sight. Alfred's blow was definitely fatal, and even that conversation on the stairs should have been a miracle. Yet the man got off Kyle's back with his own hands and stood at the apex with his own feet.

I don't see the color of full creation there. He was so full of energy that he didn't think he was dying. William von Arcadia, the White King, walks on his own feet and stands before Kyle on his own.

"Behold, one who will soon be king. Everything you see from this high is mine, the foundation of our path. There is no point in being invisible, and there is no significance in their will. It's all king. It is our decision that creates this view. If you think this is good, you deserve to be king too."

It's like a different beauty from an unnamed man before.

"Hey, it's just me and you here. You don't have to do this anymore."

"Kyle, forget about the ugliness earlier. That's the dream, it's only a temporary illusion"

The white king, the man in the mask who says William, smiles distorted.

"And what's the point of not seeing, etc., who's watching? The king is the only one left alone. What would you be so worried about, like, the gaze of an elephant? And he that should look upon himself, and he that should be sick shall be upon himself, and who shall look upon the king without seeing him? Correct, if you stay strong, people follow you on their own. They don't think. I can't try. I'm always looking for a parasitic destination. They flock to the strong."

"... you wouldn't really think that, would you? What's going on? Suddenly."

"It's a fact. Don't ask for intelligence, reason, and goodness from a king. Don't expect too much from them. Show the way so fools can see. Show them it's best to follow this path. The pains accompany the walk, but you don't have to show them that. Deceive me, but let me walk."

"... why are you doing that now"

"I'm just preaching a universal royal path to another king"

William stares at Kyle. There are no warmth or other shards in the eye.

"If you fall, I know the world will shake. It's not like you've rewinded the time I've spent at the corner. [M] At the very least, don't even start a spark during your life. That's your responsibility. Kai El Erik Grevilius, the weak king."

A slight farewell to the man who will be king and king.

"Small or small, you will bear this view, too. Are you ready for this?

"... oh"

One more thing, I finished what I needed to do.

There's nothing I can do now.

"Why is the world incomplete this way? I've been thinking."

So how it ends later, that's all that remains. Looking up to heaven every inch, William scowled. Yes, I remember the last of the script I spelled myself. I think I've arranged a clichéd line into a cliché.

But there is still a tightening of the Demon King.

It would be the demon king scattered around the world cursing.

"If God is omniscient, the world doesn't need grief or anything. There's no blood, no tears, no need to shed anywhere. How about that? The world is so incomplete, everything is not enough to be filled. Whatever your intentions, whoo, I can't forgive the man who created this world."

There is a war. There is famine, there is famine. Natural disasters destroy people's livelihoods and the negative chain is spreading more and more. Without them in the first place, a person's greed is bottomless, and no matter how fulfilled, a creature that keeps fighting for more.

People are also incomplete if the world is incomplete.

Isn't this too unsaved a world?

"I have sinned. I stand here eating my life, eating my name, laying down my sins without interruption. But I don't regret one thing. Who else but me could have shown you a new era? Who but me could have ended the era of war? I am the king. The path I've shown you is the path that people should follow. I'm the one who gave people the possibility to reach God beyond thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of millions of corpses!

That's why I can't forgive you. As much as I am, I cannot forgive what the world has created.

Even spitting black blood, William keeps barking at heaven.

"God! I can't even know if I've abandoned it or if I'm still immersed in the pleasure of seeing it down. But wash your neck and wait. At the end of the path I have shown you, people will surely reach your throat. I'll grab the root and show it to you. Paradise beyond even God's assumptions. True Arcadia. Because it's incomplete, you have to get ahead of the trial and error."

The world rocks. The tower began to collapse. And the king shall also be one of the bodies, which shall be made by man, and made part of the tower of Karma.

They pile up thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of millions, and go for heaven.

"That's my revenge. Lead the world, destroy the world, create the world. My whole life is just a step, my death and other pebbles. But it's loaded! Definitely. I'm loaded! We moved on, even a few steps. Therefore, there is no regret or dust! I've completed my revenge!

As long as a man seeks happiness, his hand stretches out to heaven.

"Beyond even fate, a man's hand, must, reach. I saw it that day -"

The journey so far flashes back. It's mostly just a hellish sight, but I have to forbid to laugh bitterly at the occasionally mixed warm shades of sight.

(Phew, this is snakefoot)

At the end of the day, the mask almost peeled off - but I apologized to someone I didn't know who wanted me to give up when my body swallowed me.

And at the end of the day, slightly soaking up something...

(To your path, the light)

Spilled the ego and was swallowed with any joint goods.

Kyle looked up to heaven and held the body of his fallen best friend.

It was an amazing last.

The boy who was taken hated the one who took him, and cursed the world. Back in fate, he crawled up by all means and ended up spewing a curse all over the world.

The look of the man, who had said there was no regret, was engulfed with the colour of regret at the end.

"You idiot. You're such an idiot."

The body of the man who put it all out was as light as cotton wool. I can't believe I lived to the last minute, but I'm not angry with that body.

You will never get up again. He ran out of acts.

the role you have set yourself.

"Really, you..."

Without words, Kyle weeps in tears.

Embracing my best friend, whom I will never speak of again.

"Hey, Al."

The truth is, I guess I don't hate the world as much as words. He could find the light. It was already too late, but he could have figured it out, so he could have fought here. I was able to face the accumulated sin and keep fighting to liquidate it.

Even if he lay more sins in the process, he searched the way for more to be saved in the future. People who live now don't know if that was the right thing to do. One day a man arrives at paradise, and when he looks back, he finally finds out whether the pain he inflicts is likely enough to snow his sins.

That is a story of an uninterrupted future. Now I just wish.

"One day, when the time comes to forgive yourself, the three of us will even eat apples. In that place."

that the time will come when he can forgive himself.

I just hope.

A white giant star instantly in heaven, William von Arcadia, falls here.