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Forty years in a dream, but only a moment in reality.

Xia Youjie suddenly opened his eyes, and those deep pupils that had been profound for thousands of years now looked so old.

At that moment, he understood that of all the 108,000 words in the world, "only the word 'love' is the most hurtful."

Because he was devoid of emotion, he experienced no pain, and therefore acted with such decisiveness.

But once he experiences love, he begins to feel unrequited love, separation from loved ones, pain, and a search for release...

He didn't care anymore.

I just want to ask that figure one question.

Is what he remembers true?

A tear fell, and Xia Youjie sighed.

No, it doesn't seem to matter; it's enough that he can sense the weight of that emotion.

During those dreamlike forty years, as an ordinary person, he experienced fatherly love and felt motherly love.

Joining the Black Organization with Amuro Tooru and the others, from the initial desire for revenge and hatred, to the later shared ideal of banishing ghost stories from everyday life, the friendship, confidants... it's all real.

In his eyes, a pure white, compassionate sword light suddenly burst forth...

Volume 1: Chapter 91 Restraint is greater than heaven, special attack on the sun god.

"That guy with the mastermind look on his face is dead too!"

Kazuma was so terrified he was scared out of his wits.

Shouldn't he have shown his face at the end to show that it was all my conspiracy? He just died so easily?

"Not only that, she even cried. I thought she was an old silver coin, completely devoid of emotion and tears."

Hachiman felt a chill run down his spine.

"So many comrades died before, and you didn't shed a tear... Wait, Uncle Gojo, why are you crying too?"

Back in the sea, Toyokawa Shoko felt as if she had returned to her mother's womb, experiencing a sense of ease and comfort, and a strange sense of peace.

When he turned around, he found that Gojo Satoru, who was always so unreliable, was actually crying.

Did you cry?

Gojo Satoru wiped his eyes, and surprisingly, tears actually wet his fingertips.

"It's probably because the wind is too strong..."

He knew in his heart that it wasn't Xia Youjie, but human emotions are just so irrational.

Therefore, no human being, no living being with feelings, would have any chance of survival in the face of that sword strike.

.....

"Close your eyes, close your eyes, quickly close your eyes!"

The crowd of people fleeing for their lives was horrified; even a seemingly ruthless and deep-seated character could die so casually.

Before that sword, there is no difference between the strong and the weak.

Whether you are the weakest level 4 sorcerer or the strongest level 1 sorcerer, there is no difference.

"Is it really that scary?"

Kugimiya Nobara had a mournful face.

Previously, his swordsmanship, which was filled with murderous intent and invaded reality, was also terrifying.

A mere brush against you will kill you; a single touch will kill you; even accidentally stepping on a sword mark on the mountainside will be fatal.

With a single sword stroke, mountains crumble.

There is no way to resist it.

That kind of extreme, the ultimate in annihilating everything.

What in the world cannot be decided? What person in the world cannot be killed?

Whether it's cause and effect or time and space, nothing is beyond our control, nothing is beyond our control.

No matter what tricks you use, I will defeat them with a single sword.

Humans recreate heaven and earth, earth organizes dragons and snakes, heaven shifts stars and sets constellations, all things in the world are destroyed, and all phenomena are killed.

But it wasn't just simple killing.

Rather, it is when order collapses, rituals and music break down, and the spiral of contradictions reaches its peak that order is re-established through slaughter.

Therefore, that killing sword strike was not about killing, but about sorting out, sorting out on behalf of Heaven.

That's why the Grand Director of the Spells Realm roared that the swordsman was too arrogant, too ruthless, and too ambitious.

But faced with this sword, which seemed like divine punishment or a catastrophic flood, they felt awe and fear.

But now it's... terrifying.

There is no superiority or inferiority between the two sword realms.

But people do.

This sword of liberation is now a perfect weapon against human beings, who are rich in emotions.

As everyone knows, the Type-Moon system is all about countering the strongest enemies, and it has a special advantage against Sun Gods.

Suffering is not everything in life, but it is certainly not absent: birth, old age, sickness, death, separation from loved ones, resentment, unfulfilled desires, and attachments...

Deep affection is short-lived, and extreme wisdom is bound to bring harm. Among all living beings, life is but a fleeting dream, and the seasons of human existence are but a few.

Only the web of love is hard to break...

Friendship, family affection, compassion, love, desire... No matter how far one travels, one cannot overcome the barrier of emotions.

Birth, laughter, tears, battles, injuries, joy, sorrow... Hating someone, falling in love with someone, everything is hard to let go of, impossible to sever...

All things in nature are born and die without end; they are born in the morning and die at dusk, sinking into the sea of suffering.

Therefore, they suffer and seek relief.

If the sword that determines order above doesn't actually strike, there's still a chance of survival.

So now, the sword of liberation, whether it's reflected light, a mirror image, or the reflection in the pupil, has stepped on the sword mark...

Desperate!

There is no possibility of survival.

And it's even more bizarre and terrifying that you are the one who goes to meet and embrace death.

Just a moment ago, Xia Youjie, the former top-level sorcerer who seemed so composed and at ease, as if he were the mastermind behind everything, now appeared serene, at ease, and at peace, with his arms outstretched as if welcoming or letting go.

Everyone's hair stood on end.

Fortunately.

fortunately.

According to those mysterious teenagers, the swordsman's level is essentially equivalent to a first-level sorcerer, not even reaching the special level.

Although they all thought it was nonsense and couldn't understand what these people were talking about at all.

But the facts do show that the swordsman's attack range is not very large.

The sword that destroyed the General Headquarters earlier has been analyzed by everyone.

It was a special sword technique that self-replicated, causing an exponential surge and resulting in terrible consequences.

However, even if self-replication takes only a few seconds, it still requires time.

At their speed, if they just ignore everything and keep sprinting, they can probably shake them off.

Originally, I wanted to see who was so powerful as to take down the sorcerer and curse master in the director's department, but now I've completely lost my enthusiasm.

Try it and you'll die.

Now all they're thinking about is escaping first, finding a secluded place to hide for a few years, what does the world have to do with them?

at this time.

The short scream had just begun when it abruptly stopped.

More than a hundred sorcerers and curse masters rushed out from all directions, stirring up whirlwinds, or controlling flames, or even transforming into lightning, each unleashing their most powerful techniques.

The speed was as fast as lightning and as swift as thunder, which startled everyone.

Its speed was so fast it was almost like teleportation; it could rush a great distance in the blink of an eye, far exceeding the range of the sword light.

but.....

"blow!"

The swordsman's figure moved slightly, and for a moment it seemed to blur, and hundreds of blurry lights and shadows suddenly appeared in the sky.

The dense, pure white figures, like illusory projections, overlapped with the fleeing sorcerers from all directions, passing right through them.

Then, like countless rivers flowing into a single stream, it left behind elongated phantoms that overlapped once more.

Without turning his head, he walked through the disintegrated wreckage of the base and quietly watched them in the shallow sea from the sand ahead.

Behind.

More than a hundred sorcerers and curse masters, some at least at level two and quite a few at level one, seemed to freeze in place.

Then it fell like rain, and when it touched the ground, its face was peaceful, and its arms were relaxed on its abdomen.

There's no need for an orthodontist to prepare the body's appearance; it can be sent directly for cremation.

"Gulu~~"

Many people swallowed hard, their eyes filled with despair.

How the hell do you fight this?

Not to mention attacks, one hit would be fatal, or even worse, death would be inevitable.

Defense goes without saying; as long as someone remembers the opponent's sword light, they can be erased from your memory.

There was originally an issue with attack range, but now it's all resolved. They're so fast they can "split into multiple copies," instantly annihilating countless sorcerers before finally merging back into one.

We can't win.

How to fight this?

That's perverted.

So why is it that if samurai are so strong, then what are these sorcerers?

They were so shocked and dismayed that they questioned the meaning of life.

......

"Almost there, just ten seconds left."

Hikigaya calmly checked the time: "...7...5...2...1, Kazuma!"

"understood!"

Kazuma was so tense that he gave the final order to the person he was in contact with.

"Deploy...B83 nuclear warheads."

Nuclear weapons.