I'm doing a crossover anime/manga project, and I'm creating a new kind of "Moonlight&

A person with a gloomy self will not become a good person just because it is in their subconscious.

However, kind people may suppress their subconscious evil thoughts due to the limitations of their acquired sense of good and evil.

Therefore, the Dream Sea World is a turbid and evil world, a hell on earth.

In the beginning, he couldn't develop at all in many reincarnations. He was directly suppressed by the world that was solidified to the extreme, and it was normal for him to die from overwork in his teens.

It wasn't until his will, ability, and intuition were honed to the point of near-tangibility that he gradually broke through the impasse, climbing to high positions time and time again, and even truly ruling a world.

But he soon discovered that ruling the world was far more difficult than conquering it.

The harmony and nobility with his idealistic companions are only temporary, corrupted by time.

Established rules, established legal principles, and subtly instilled morality are all meaningless.

Humans often demonstrate remarkable ingenuity when exploiting loopholes, but these loopholes quickly become useless.

Even if the implementation is carried out a hundredfold, it could cause chaos in the country, create resentment, and cause public discontent to boil over.

Everyone understands the principles, but conflicts of interest, class stratification, and conflicts between ethnic groups, cultures, genders, and even races will always exist and will continue to be fought forever.

Being so far removed from the grassroots level made it difficult for him to know what had become of the lower-level officials...

You are the people, I am the ruler!

Feel free to voice any opinions you have; if even one of them is adopted, I'll consider it a loss.

In that lifetime, he experienced the betrayal of his ideals, the stabbing in the back by his closest friend, and the corruption of his lover...

He went from being a savior to a tyrant who was despised and whose name is recorded in history with mixed praise and condemnation.

They entered the next cycle with that empty, bewildered, and dejected feeling.

This time, due to his subconscious laziness and despondency, he remained ordinary until the age of thirteen.

He couldn't take it anymore and used a tree branch to kill the street vendor.

He stared blankly at the blood-stained tree branch for a long time.

At that moment, he understood.

He realized the answer.

The ultimate answer to all contradictions, causes and effects, problems, karma, and entanglements in this world.

That is:

kill!

Kill all those who disagree, and your answer will be the only correct one.

Fear and survival are both fundamental subconscious instincts of living beings.

All things in nature are subject to life and death; the strong prey on the weak, and only the fittest survive.

What about divine right, what about order, what about disagreements, what about reason...?

Meaningless!

Everything in the world has an ultimate end.

That is death.

The stars are brilliant, but they will also fade one day. This world, the sun and moon in the sky, and even the vast universe will one day die.

This is the way of Heaven, this is the law.

That is, the theory of evolution.

Therefore, after he realized this, he underwent a true transformation.

That is the light of relentless pursuit of the Way, the light of unbridled freedom, the light of treating life and death as a game, a great enlightenment, a courageous and diligent pursuit that points directly to one's true nature.

Having traversed countless mountains and rivers, witnessed the vicissitudes of life, it has severed the breeze, cut off the stream, slain the storm, and annihilated the flood...

He once killed a lunar eclipse with a single sword strike, turning a thousand miles into daylight.

It has also cut down hurricanes, causing storms affecting three provinces to dissipate without a trace.

He even once used swordsmanship to reach the laws and runes deep within his soul, expressing them through the sword.

And so, the sword technique that would instill fear in that world for millennia was born...

Thinking back to himself back then, Rosser felt a pang of sadness.

His bloodthirstiness was terrifying. He didn't listen to any explanations, grievances, or cause and effect. Relying solely on his sword intent, he killed more than six million people in four provinces with a single sword strike.

That night, sword energy swept across the sky, like a beautiful autumn lake hanging upside down over the skies of four provinces. Countless people met their end before they could even utter a word.

Because he wouldn't listen....

Moreover, this was not his end point at that time, but merely a starting point. In the midst of the killing, he comprehended a deeper mystery—struggle!

The fundamental principle of the theory of natural selection, which posits that the strong prey on the weak and the fittest survive, is not about killing, but about competition, evolution, and self-improvement.

Yes, he actually embarked on the path of "theory of evolution" and grasped the rudiments of "the principle of struggle" and "the principle of evolution".

As if divinely inspired, he made rapid progress.

Fortunately, in the end, he gained enlightenment and liberation from the conflict, escaping from that terrifying truth...

In short, very strong, extremely strong.

Having abandoned emotions and everything else to focus solely on the sword, he was so powerful that he was practically insane.

Rother smiled and said, "Don't worry, he'll probably be back in a couple of days, maybe with a few friends."

"Eh?"

Without a doubt, Shiina Tatsuki perked up immediately: "A girl?"

Sure enough, even a tomboyish and cool girl like this can't escape gossip.

"I guess you could be considered half a man?"

Rosser stroked his chin, somewhat uncertain.

Shiina Tatsuki was stunned.

What? There are people who can be half a person?

At this time.

"Lixi..."

A voice, trying to remain calm, rang out.

A young woman with an elegant demeanor and dignified bearing walked over: "You just mentioned Xiangzi, didn't you?"

"Su Shi?"

Upon recognizing the newcomer, Shiina Tatsuki frowned immediately: "This has nothing to do with you, does it?..."

"You really know?"

Nagasaki Motoyo suddenly became agitated, grabbing Shiina Tatsuki's sleeve: "Mutsu knew perfectly well, but she didn't tell me."

"I think she probably doesn't know, and... let me go."

The person she cared about was right beside her. Shiina Ritsuki took a deep breath and didn't say "Iron Me," but just looked at Nagasaki Motoyo: "I'm telling you, you should probably give up by now. CRYCHIC (the band), we've moved on, but you're still stuck in the same place."

As a bandmate, she roughly understood what Su Shi meant.

But... he didn't listen at all.

Nagasaki Motoyo was completely absorbed in her own world, clutching Riki's sleeve tightly: "Please tell me, I'll do anything, as long as everyone can go back to..."

"You really are someone who only thinks about yourself."

Shiina Ritsuki's eyes turned cold, and she looked down at him, breathing out, "Don't you understand? From that day at sea... Toyokawa Shoko and you are no longer in the same world... As an ordinary person, you can't enter Shoko's world."

Double kill!

Well done, Tieme-chan.

Rosser watched intently, picked up his juice, took a satisfying sip, and enjoyed the banter between the two superstars.

This is youth...

......

another world.

LOL, it's not youthful at all.

Ahead of the shattered earth.

"Is this the director's office?"

Her beautiful golden hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and the tall, stylish, and daring woman had even dropped the cigarette from her mouth.

Standing on the edge, I stared blankly at the broken basin.

If I remember correctly, this should be a mountain range, right?

What about those mountains?

What about the headquarters nestled in the mountain crevices?

This is it!

Wearing square-framed glasses that concealed his dark circles, Nanami Kento, whose face screamed "miserable corporate slave," said listlessly, "Although I know it's hard for Tsukumo Yuki-sama to believe, this is indeed the Director's Office, at least it was last night."

Even the top-tier sorcerer Tsukumo Yuki was frightened, really...

side.

The same boy, with dark circles under his eyes and short, black hair, looked melancholy and tired as he tried to get closer to examine the sword mark below.

He then covered his cheek and retreated rapidly. The girl's cursed spirit vaguely appeared, but it was still cut open by a sharp aura.

A sword mark appeared on his cheek, and fine beads of blood slowly oozed out.

The boy paused for a second, then raised his hand and said, "Can I go home? Theoretically speaking, I'm just a second-year student at a regular magic academy. I think this is too early for me."

"Don't joke around, Lord Yiguyou. You are a top-level sorcerer. You have seen how terrible this remaining scene is. No one but you two can handle it."

Nanami Kento was even more exhausted, as if he might suddenly die at any moment.

Why are all the top-tier adults these kinds of problem children?

Both Tsukumo and Gojo Satoru are notoriously unreliable.

Oh, ninety-nine is better.

Etotsu Yuta was so melancholic that people were worried he might commit suicide at any moment, which actually scared him.

"Hey, hey, hey, I came back from abroad, not to die!"

The free-spirited blonde woman pointed at the altered terrain: "I can't think of how to win against a sorcerer who can change the terrain in just one night."

Yi Gu You Tai nodded melancholically.

As a frontline combatant, he was not afraid of sacrifice, but he would rather not die a meaningless death.

Faced with the questioning of the two high-ranking officials, Nanami Kento cautiously replied, "Not one night, it seems to be one move..."

"??"

The two top-ranking officers fell silent.

Then....

Goodbye x2!

The two turned around at the same time and walked away.

One of them is in the front-line combat unit, and the other is pursuing a way to completely break the curse. They're just making sarcastic remarks; they won't really ignore it.

result......