Trinitas Mundus

Tria Calendar February 2, 2026.

Seven days after the Rays entered the desperate Desperationis wilderness. They trampled the wilderness one hundred and eighty kilometers (Kimmel). It had already gone through the center of the wilderness, leaving only a third of the itinerary, and had come to a point where it would be possible to go through the wilderness in the next three days if things went well.

In the meantime, however, he had lost Lauri, a prisoner of the Little Ghost Clan.

In the last few days the travel distance around the day had reached thirty km and the Rays had also begun to adapt to this desperate wilderness. Though undead raids like demons and ghosts imitating rocks continued, Uno and Stella's crisis-sensing abilities were more polished than ever and they no longer felt like they were ready to die.

But yesterday, February 1st, it happened suddenly.

As if scratching the eyes of the surrounding Uno and other beastly slaves, Ray, Ashley and the rest of the squad passed by, and suddenly, a gas burst out from among the rocks. The gas was not as toxic as a volcanic gas, but it was also as special as a gaseous life form willing to the gas itself.

As he walked in the order of Ashley, Ray, Lauri and Stella, not only Lauri, but the other three inhaled that gas, but he never even knelt to the point where he felt weak tiredness like standing.

Except for Lauri. He quickly lost moisture from his face as if he had been squeezed out of his life force and fell as-is. When Stella, who was walking behind him, confirmed, he was already out of business and his face was full of wrinkles, like an old man who had died of aging.

But that wasn't all. Lauri's body suddenly rose and struck Ray in front of her. Lauri stripped his teeth out like a corpse-eating ghost (ghoul) and tried to bite Ray's neck muscle, even as he tried to chew through the carotid artery.

Uno and the others immediately noticed that by flying Rauli's neck, they gained nothing, but it was possible that Ray was seriously injured when the gas was inhaled and the reaction rate dropped.

Ashley muttered to that unusual sight, "What was it..." and Ray was also losing his word. Stella, who was watching it closest, said, "It was really not long. I can't believe a living person suddenly becomes undead..." even her usually calm, shocked enough to show fright.

Ray said, "Let's move," and while instructing him to leave this place, he was thinking about the phenomenon that happened to Lauri.

(I feel that they took over my body and sucked all my anger... I didn't feel as clear or malicious as Ghost's will. It felt thinner, yes, it was just like smoke. Maybe I should say gaseous life form...... was I lucky that I, Ash, and Stella were saved? Or was it helped because I was physically strong or highly tolerant......)

And the terror of the demons in this land annoys him.

(Metallic life form on gaseous life form. Demons turned into rocks...... just demons I've never seen before. Is this desperate wilderness the only thing special? Or is the whole eternal darkness (Kwaedam Tenebre) special? If demons like this ever come out ahead, there could still be sacrifices...)

Still, Ray never got as pessimistic as before.

(We'll get out of here at all costs! If you don't help Mr. Moon Palace as soon as possible, it's going to be a big deal. So I'm not lost. You may regret it later, but now I'm not lost!

Although Ray feels responsible for Lauri's death, he turned forward without being depressed. Although Ashley was relieved of him like that, she also felt slightly lonely.

(It's a good thing I'm not depressed anymore. I don't have to console you, but you're kind of lonely. I'll give you a hug and encourage you. I can't do that anymore...... hehe, that's something you're on your own. I didn't know I would think of that when I was scolding you for being so firm...)

After that, he proceeded even more cautiously and was looking for a suitable place for the camp, without major trouble, even on the second of February the following day. Experience over the past few days has shown that harder ground is desirable in places with large rocks on their backs. The rock is to keep out the cold wind that blows. The ground is made as hard as concrete by the magic of petrification to prevent attacks from underground, but because hard ground is more efficient from the start.

This time, the shade of a gray square rock about five meters high (melt) and ten meters wide (melt) was chosen for the campsite. The rock was as square and unnatural as it was cut out by a man's hand, but there is no suitable place around it and he chooses it without stopping.

Due to the death of Darvé and Lauri of the Little Ghost tribe, a combination of six beasts and two humans, and the difficulty of combining beasts and non-beasts, seven other than Ray are taking turns to keep watch.

Ray seems sorry, but he rests bracketed that what is expected of him is his ability as a magician and that restoring magic is necessary.

Little snowy cold winds were also blowing that night, and furthermore the fire had been extinguished from the relationship between firewood, and the blanket and cape alone caused so much tremor that the roots of the teeth did not match. Ashley and Stella have managed to keep warm because they are leaning in, but it takes time for them to go to bed because they are exhausted.

The pale light of the lighted demonic prop was illuminating the rock.

With a blurry view of the rock, he was trying to give himself up to his sleeper. After a while, her eyelids grew heavy and fell into her sleep.

Ray was aware that he was in the dream world.

It was floating unreliably in a black space like inked. Just one thing, the blur and the lights were on. It is a blurry, pale, glowing white light, slowly luminous as a fluorescent.

(I wonder where this place is...... it's warm and something feels good about it. It makes me want to stay forever, it feels like that...)

The bright light slowly approached. I couldn't tell if I was close to him or if the light was getting stronger, but still a small light like fluorescence is now felt as bright as a lantern. Not as dazzling as staring.

Staring at that light, I also lost my sense of time, and I didn't even know if it was a few seconds or hours.

(If this is a trap, definitely don't get killed... but I don't feel like I can resist...)

When I was thinking about that, I suddenly heard a voice in my head.

'There is no need to be alarmed. It's safe here. "

The voice was a male voice, slightly lower baritone, calm enough to give relief to those who listened.

Ray concurred with the Lord of that voice, "Where am I?" Ask.

'It's hard to explain this place. If it's an understandable expression for you, I might say "dream corridor”. You are now aware of my existence in spirit.'

And I said, "Who are you?," he asked.

'It's also hard to explain me or our existence. In a nutshell, be an observer or a bystander.

Ray muttered, "Observer (Obselve)?"

(I wonder what you're observing? And you said "we”. You mean you're not alone...)

When such an idea comes to mind, one who names himself an observer answers the question of his heart.

'We are supposed to be a collection of ideas. Technically a little different, but this way of saying it would be easier for you to understand. I'm just trying to make it easier for you to understand that I used the name "I". "

(I see. “Thought." So you recognize it in spirit... and more importantly, why am I responding so normally?

'You can be normal (...) because I'm adjusting. This place has the effect of dampening anxiety and intense emotions. Of course, I didn't do anything to induce your thinking.'

For a moment, Ray was uncomfortable with the fact that he was being adjusted, but was immediately convinced that he had no hostility towards the other person.

(Can I think of aromatherapy or relaxing music...)

The observer goes further.

'The answer to an earlier question, but my observation is this world itself. This world is so unique...'

Ray felt the voice of the observer, who had thought it was a calm atmosphere until now, played slightly.

(Is this guy a researcher?

Regardless of his thoughts, the observer's story continues.

'... this was the first time I had crossed many worlds. I stumbled upon it, but I've been here for over 50,000 years...'

Hearing fifty thousand years, Ray accidentally said, "Fifty thousand years!" He raised his voice.

(When I say 50,000 years, Earth is about the Paleolithic age. I've been watching it since those days...)

The voice of nuance returns as if Ray's surprise included a laugh.

'This world is very different from what you think it is. Civilization existed even fifty thousand years ago. There's a civilization that's developed enough for us to look at. But if it was just a developed civilization, I would never have stayed in this world.' Cause that's not what I call “unique."

Ray couldn't understand what the observer was trying to say.

(I wonder where it's unique? Sure, it's the fantasy world itself that's common in games and novels... but more importantly, it's doomed once and for all that there was a civilization that developed 50,000 years ago. It's hard to say that civilization is developing today...)

The observer replies, 'Exactly', sending an image that is overwhelming.

"Civilization is doomed twice, even if I just saw it. They were all completely different civilizations now... but what I call unique is the“ way ”of the“ world ”itself... '

Ray accidentally said, "Is it the way the world is?" and pinch his mouth.

The observer didn't seem particularly concerned, answering, 'Yes, the way the world itself is unique' and, conversely, to Ray, 'Have you ever wondered?' I've been asking questions. Ray tilts his neck slightly. And repeat the question again.

"Have you ever wondered?" to the fact that the time, year, month, and sun of this world are so unnatural (...) neat '

Ray didn't know the intent of the question and asked, "What does that mean? Is it strange that a year is three hundred and sixty days in twelve months," he asks back. The observer shows a somewhat discouraged image, but immediately proceeds as if he had regained his mind.

"There is no such thing as a year in this world." In other words, the year is exactly (...) three hundred and sixty days, with no slight deviation. If the motion of a planet, that is, the cycle of rotation determines the “year” and the cycle of rotation determines the “day," don't you think this is unnatural (...) extreme? '

I listened that far, and I finally figured out what he wanted to say to Ray, too.

(Sure, if you ask me. It should not be possible in nature that the cycle of rotation can be completely divided by the cycle of rotation. It's strange that just one hour off in a year doesn't have a year every 24 years. You've never thought about it before. The setting of my novel was that it would be convenient because it would be easy to break it off... but how could it be so “unnatural"...)

To Ray's question, the observer says, 'Yes, it's “unnatural," "and adds," unnatural, that is, it's not “natural," this world is.

Ray couldn't grasp what the observer was saying.

(Not natural? This world is also a planet, so it's decided “naturally”. Is it unnatural what's too coincidental? Someone tweaked it like terraforming or something......)

'Did you confirm that this world is a planet,' the observer said, sending a thought similar to laughter, even as he said he heard an interesting story.

Ray didn't think, "Aren't you a star! shouting," but soon I remembered the map of this world and shut my mouth.

(Indeed, the map of this world is the only one that is incomplete. I've never even heard you say you've been around the world...)

When the observer said, 'Don't you think this is still a unique world,' he sent an image of me laughing.

Still, Ray couldn't overshadow his common sense and said, "But the sun, the moon and the stars are in the sky.“ Sky Animation "is strange," he argues.

"Did you confirm that the sun or moon is an object? I don't think it's a zoological theory or a celestial theory unless it's an object. '

Ray was shocked by the words.

Because I was told that the sun and moon that I had taken for granted until now might not be celestial.

"Are you saying that the sun... is not a star..."

I don't explicitly answer Ray's words: 'I mean, that's possible,' too.

After a slight silence, the observer began to speak.

'I can't help but play a lot of words. As far as I can tell, this world is like a "boxyard”. It's a closed space managed by what people in this world call the gods.'

"Is it the boxyard... that this world is the crop..." Ray exclaims.