Foundation: Recruiting Anime Characters, Containing Supreme

"'Evil....'"

Saiki Kusuo gritted his teeth for a moment and uttered the word.

In this memory he saw naked evil and violence beyond his imagination.

Even if you have witnessed the human war with your own eyes.

But I didn't expect it.

There are still such evil things in the world.

Evil? Maybe! Ha!

Helen's voice in my ears was full of nostalgia, mixed with a happy laugh.

But his tone quickly grew lower.

Then something strange happened.

My host suddenly became frightened, and then he and I went elsewhere.

The sky is not red but black.

I was not a slave but part of the conscript mob, and the farmer was watching us.

They were starving.

They reached out, begged, and pleaded.

The wind is their lord, howling at them that the horde is coming, but they too are hungry.

Then the scene flashes back.

I came to the host again, under a deep red sky.

The king's voice was furious.

The mob fled to the gates, but they were not opened, and our arrows, coated in fire and pitch, flew back.

But the tribe was resilient and fearless.

All I could see in my mind was fire.

I drew my sword, we all drew our swords, and we charged into battle.

Saiki Kusuo also saw this memory.

But when he wanted to continue reading, he found that the memory was suddenly interrupted.

New memories take their place.

"How is this going?"

Kusuo Saiki couldn't help but ask, trying to get an answer from Herent.

Helen replied happily.

Same as before.

The scene changes again.

It wasn't a battlefield, just a black sky and wind, and an even more devastated sky.

The farmers prayed, and the nomads laughed, cheered, and cried.

"The wind will rage no more!"

they said.

The two scenes switch back and forth.

The Red Fortress flows into the Black Fields.

I've been thinking about this for a long time, but I guess it's the same battle.

Seen from two different eyes.

Or at least the memory of two different battles, and the whole thing felt strange; different from most of my journey.

Like half-remembered noise, two thoughts tug at each other.

In that black wasteland, a timeline shows what really happened.

The other is transformed into reality and imposed on reality through time.

A timeline.

Showing what really happened.

The other one is turned into reality and imposed on reality through time.

This passage.

It made Saiki Kusuo feel terrified instantly.

It was so horrifying that he couldn't accept it for a while.

He retorted in a deep and unceremonious voice.

"What a joke!"

"Can you do something like this? Make!"

"Even if it's God...it's impossible!"

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Chapter 63: For Humanity! For Life! For the Crimson King! Ideals Exist! (Please Support!)

Shape moon world.

In Chaldea.

"Replace timeline..."

"Isn't this exactly what those Lostbelts hope to achieve?"

Da Vinci looked at the light curtain with a serious expression.

Just like life has competition.

History also has winners and losers.

Now is the history of the victors who made the right choices and prospered correctly.

The Lostbelt is a history of losers who made bad choices and prospered miserably.

The remnants of history.

The Lostbelts that now survive on the blank Earth hope to replace pan-human history.

Be the right one to survive.

If the Crimson King could impose a different timeline on the existing world.

this way.

It’s almost equivalent to being able to manipulate history!

The world of Steins;Gate.

Okabe Rintaro, a tall man in a white coat, stared at the light curtain.

"Unbelievable... Is this the power of the Crimson King?"

“It’s almost beyond my imagination.”

he murmured.

usually.

Every time a world line changes.

There will be an additional change result that cannot be eliminated on the new world line.

The accumulated cause and effect in the new world line will only increase, not decrease, compared to the old world line.

World line changes are irreversible.

One cannot step into the same river twice.

But in the Foundation world, it is not the case. This is the terror of the Supreme Godhead.

It is about being able to use this concept.

They are all transformed into something that humans can control, and humans have almost no ability to fight back.

“Humanity can survive like this.”

Okabe Rintaro shook his head.

He guessed that it was probably because of the primordial fire, and that prosperity could only come with its help.

Can humans alone...really resist God?

on the screen.

Hearing Saiki Kusuo's words of doubt and uncertainty, the voice just sneered.

Do you think Wang can't do it?

Helen continued.

The last thing I remember was being pierced by a nomad's sword.

The fragile urn was lifted aloft, and the seven brides were dragged from the castle—or perhaps from the fields.

As spoils of war from some unknown tribe on some lost grassland?

at this time.

Kusuo Saiki instantly thought of SCP-3838, the last remaining jar.

But he didn't say it.

He just remained silent and listened carefully to what the proud 667 magician was saying.

Helen's tone became lower.

I remember the king being sealed while screaming, rolling, and lashing.

Then I died and returned to the ritual.

One second.

I wonder if someone else fabricated Wang and sent his image into the past.

But I don't think that's true.

They do not have that power; and, this is not entirely a lie.

Something in the evil wind reminded me of some more ancient ritual.

That was when I decided to leave the King's Son. I left that night without saying a word.

They didn't stop me, perhaps because they thought it wasn't worth it.

They were so sure of the mission's success. But I no longer wanted to be part of it.

What I have seen is based on the laws of blood, and I can only pray that they never come to pass.

His final statement.

Until the last sentence, based on the law of blood, Saiki Kusuo's face became even more solemn.

But this fragment of memory ends here.

The sound also stopped abruptly.