I'll kill you after I finish this game!

The probability-based variable bullet has a pre-defined effect when attacking: to deal damage.

Whatever the reason is, it no longer matters. Even if the defense is not breached, damage will still be caused.

.........

"Hahaha, what's that? What's that? It's huge! Wow! This is so interesting!!!"

In another star system far from the Skywing and Machine races, the white-haired beauty was having a pleasant battle with Yatogami Tohka.

Seeing the massive machine-type creatures, far exceeding the scale of a galaxy, and the terrifying energy fluctuations erupting from them, his face was filled with a joyful smile of curiosity and excitement.

Schreiber, riding a German Zündapp KS750 motorcycle, was a beautiful young man with an angelic smile. Suddenly, he transformed into a beautiful yet ferocious wolf, revealing a violent smile to the indifferent Yatogami Tohka.

The word "beast" perfectly describes Yatogami Tohka's perception of the other party. Unable to predict the other party's way of thinking, Tohka is too lazy to try.

There was only one thing she could do: to end things with him as quickly as possible.

Meanwhile, the Mechs on the other side had already engaged in combat with the Winged Ones, and she naturally harbored murderous intent as well.

Kill the Duke - Peerless Demon Sword!

The ferocious demonic sword that was unleashed in an instant seemed to freeze the particles of the universe, and the surrounding scenery appeared as if time had stopped.

Only Tohka's slashing attack maintained a speed surpassing even the light itself, aiming for Shredder's neck.

"Hehehehehahahahahaha————!"

Schreiber grinned maniacally at this frozen-in-the-moment trick, his motorcycle speeding along without any concept of stopping.

At the instant Yatogami Tohka attacks, the order of events is reversed, cause and effect are defied, and the highest limit of powerlessness is surpassed, making the one who strikes last the first to seize the initiative.

However, even if Schreiber can reverse the order of events, he will still face Tohka's merciless greatsword strikes.

The ability to reverse cause and effect is something Skadi considers beneath her notice.

The Wheel of Cause and Effect Fist!

The Sword of Karma Reincarnation!

Using these two equally deadly moves that defied cause and effect, he punched and slashed at Schreiber's body with a punch and a sword.

Even if the damage is successful, the battle will not end quickly, because Schreiber's immortality far exceeds that of the other members of the Black Round Table.

"Hehe ...

Even with his uniform and body damaged and bleeding profusely, Schreiber continued to laugh maniacally.

The opponent's self-healing speed was almost like a greatsword slicing across the water; the moment it sliced ​​open, its self-healing speed followed closely behind.

"I am the immortal Einherjar (Heroic Spirit), but this level of strength can't defeat me, hehehehehehe!!! Come! Let's continue the battle!!!"

The speed that surpasses the laws of physics is a principle that is faster than time itself.

Schreiber was a ferocious wolf, howling and roaring at his enemies.

Despite the opponent's ferocity, Tohka remained calm and indifferent, and a huge throne suddenly appeared behind her.

In an instant, it shattered into countless fragments, which, as if transforming and combining, quickly adhered to the Greatsword of the Slaughtering Duke, transforming it into a terrifying greatsword over twenty meters long.

It wasn't just that the length and size had increased; the slightest ripple of the sword's blade annihilated spacetime and even a concept, causing the very foundation of the world to be affected.

...........

Everything shares a common value: novelty.

The simplest and most common example is aging... and the most representative examples are all things related to clothing, food, and housing.

So, what constitutes novelty in terms of thought, concept, and emotion?

Fujii Ren thought to herself, "That means I don't know."

Surprise, emotion, or disgust at the unknown... vivid emotions that can be felt on the first experience.

And the curiosity to pursue that.

Making it the primate of all things would undoubtedly be the most popular choice, wouldn't it?

Even with famous paintings and music, the aroma of fine wine, the taste of delicious food, handsome men and beautiful women, and money, in the repetition of day after day, all that remains is "boredom"—falling into the stagnation called daily life.

What's frightening is people's habits.

Anything that is repeated will become compliant, and people will act reflexively like dogs. They are easily bored, and they will not find value in things that have lost their novelty.

So, what would life be like for a man who can only draw?

I'm afraid that at first they'll be fixated on one thing and try everything in every place.

However, if one realizes that even this cannot transcend the known, then nothing will be done next.

Like sleeping, like dying, just passing the time absentmindedly, in deep, quiet despair, eventually heading towards madness.

The other person will only have one thought in their mind.

Seek the unknown and give yourself a refreshing and novel moment.

In summary, that's what that man's life was like.

"Splash splash ...

In the twilight-colored sandy beach, the sound of the waves lapping against the shore was quite pleasant.

He stood alone on the beach at dusk, lost in thought.

I don't know how many roads I've traveled, or how many tides have come my way.

What are your oldest memories?

I remember when I was known as the scribe of the gods in the desert kingdom, I was already tormented by meaningless boredom.

What about before that?

Where exactly do we trace our origins? I have absolutely no idea...

Therefore, men proposed a hypothesis a long time ago.

It's probably during the creation period, before the birth of humankind's ancestors. This is still unclear, but any conjecture that comes close to this is likely wrong.

because--

His preconceived notions had already surfaced, yet the result remained the same stale answer, making his brain even more viscous.

Which came first, the egg or the man?

Because of the discovery of known concepts, one feels anxious about the unknown.

Because of the desire for the unknown, the known is created.

That rule, the creation of a world imprisoned by the cage of preconceived notions.

Then came the leak, he thought, that must be it.

Therefore, he is closer to the roots of humanity, which leads to another hypothesis.

That is, what happens to a plant whose roots have been cut down...?

A wanderer who has never tried any decent means of prolonging his life, yet has existed for a long time.

Because it is the creator of this world, which is infinitely and eternally returning, it will never die as long as it continues to exist.

Even if it were possible to kill, that act would be tantamount to suicide for all of humanity.

If the roots are cut down, the tree will fall, and the world will collapse.

In other words—

"[Should I create someone who can kill me and destroy the painting I've created? Or should I create someone who surpasses me and breaks free from this law...? Ultimately, there's only one trick. So, which side is known and which is unknown? What will happen to me then?]"

The god on the throne, the father of all things, sighed helplessly.

The truth he speaks of is a rewriting, a change known due to the outflow of a new world.

The man, Karl Kraft, Melcrius, the Mercury Serpent, chuckled as he strolled along the beach at dusk.

Soon, I will be sitting here, on the shore of this singularity. If destruction and transcendence occur simultaneously, that will be the so-called Day of Wrath.

"So, is this the last time?"

The Mercury Serpent turned its head to look at a void, and even though there was no one there, it continued to ask itself questions.

This time, I've decided to temporarily step aside, and I don't know if there will be another eternal return.

He looked forward to the unknown and didn't really want to return. His friends had accompanied him through countless years of horror drama performances.

Beside the man who didn't seem to have any particular sentiments, Margaret Bruy's songs were playing quietly.

Her voice was sweet yet sorrowful, more moving than his voice as Cagliostro.

The flowers he cherished were also changing.

"Am I worthy to love you, Margaret...?"

The mercury serpent smiled nonchalantly, its dark silhouette stretching far into the distance on the twilight beach.

If she were to ultimately replace him, then that would probably be what is called destiny, one of the few people he truly loved.

My dearest friend, may we all be able to believe that the efforts of our loved ones are not just a pipe dream.

P.S.: Please vote and recommend! I'm feeling a little better...

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Chapter Seventy-Nine: The 'Very Weak' Carl, the 'Very Friendly' Gray

the other side.

Having survived the ordeal at the hospital, Fujii Ren's primary concern was Kasumi's safety before taking any action.

Kasumi Ayase was still asleep. Although I was worried, I also knew the situation was difficult.

From now on, Fujii Ren can't take her with him. He hopes she can stay put and behave herself until everything is settled, and that she will think that everything that has happened to her is just a dream.

However, it seems that just a few days ago, Fujii Ren had thought about the same thing under the same circumstances, but this was her most genuine thought.

There's nowhere safe on this street anymore, but at least I know my room isn't part of the Alchemy Circle.

Although looking away makes me uneasy, it's definitely safer than being alone.