My youth story cannot be a knight war

At that time, Zaimokuza had the same ability as him, but Xu Guoliang relied on the myriad living beings to control the book. What did he rely on?

There is obviously no need to guess about this matter. Gamio had already given the answer at the last moment when his spirit completely collapsed due to despair.

"'Ultimate Darkness' connects everyone... Puff!"

Muttering what Gamio had said, Xu Guoliang covered the upper half of his face with his hands, and the lower half suddenly smiled.

The laughter was filled with bitterness and despair.

He finally knew the answers to all his questions, but the answers were so terrifying and dark that any courage and passion would be ridiculous and presumptuous in the face of this truth.

"This 'all' includes not only the Gurongi of the past, Zaimokuza and Kousaka of the present, but also the future ones..."

"…and that includes me."

"So... I'm also part of this 'story', unknown to others... a hidden thread within the 'story'."

The observer can observe the beginning and end of the "story", and in this respect he is superior to everyone else; but if there is another existence that can observe the observer, then for this existence, the observer is no different from everyone else and is also part of the "story", the only difference is the light and dark lines.

Perhaps in the eyes of higher-level observers, the character "Xu Guoliang" is just a member of the "story", the only difference is that it is only observable by themselves, belonging to the unknown dark side of the "story".

No wonder the world lines he observed all had the same ending. Even if he personally took action, he could not change anything. No matter what he did, he would only be met with despair... because the two opposing forces were not of the same magnitude at all.

Both are "observers", but one is a low-dimensional observer and the other is a high-dimensional observer. The difference in size is so great that it cannot be described in words, because there is no metaphor or vocabulary in the human language cognitive system that can surpass this concept.

The flat people who only exist in two-dimensional space will never understand why people in three-dimensional space can run, jump and lie down. People in three-dimensional space will never understand what the concrete representation of time looks like, and the life in four-dimensional space will never be able to recognize what the world looks like in the eyes of higher-dimensional beings.

The "Ultimate Darkness" not only fixes the progress of the current world line, but also keeps constant the past and future of all parallel worlds. The invisible framework fixes the direction of all world lines. This is the truth of the "Constraint".

All the threads that have spread out from the source have been tied up, and there is not a single thread left loose.

It will definitely come in the future... This is just a wrong perception, the truth of the matter is far more terrifying than this.

In fact, the "Ultimate Darkness" is already everywhere. It has already descended without anyone noticing. It can exist at every moment of the past, present, and future. It can even reverse cause and effect. The "cause" that descends in the future will bring about the "effect" summoned on that day tens of thousands of years ago.

Even the order of cause and effect was completely reversed, which was why Xu Guoliang was completely unable to change the outcome. He thought he was preventing something from happening, but the fact was that Xu Guoliang and everyone else had been running on an interconnected Möbius strip with no end or starting point.

How can we stop something when it doesn't even have the concept of a beginning and an end?

To the existence of higher dimensions, all the order laws of lower dimensions seem so ridiculous. The so-called resistance is just spinning around a piece of completed manuscript paper, with no possibility of escaping at all.

This is the truth about "fate". The reason why it is scary is not because it is unstoppable, but because it is impossible to change it. Even if you have a "pen", it is useless.

This is a story that has been completed long ago. Not only is every page filled with text, even the status label has been filled in with "Complete" in advance, cutting off the possibility of restarting the story. How else can you write in this situation?

Xu Guoliang lowered his hands, sat dejectedly in his seat, looked up at the spinning fan above his head without saying a word.

hum-

A faint white light bloomed from the book on the control of all living beings held in his right hand, and Xu Guoliang silently increased the strength of his grip.

"If...if I were also a part of this story."

Reflective glasses blocked his eyes, and Xu Guoliang's whispers rang out in the classroom.

He lowered his head, and the reflection from the lenses disappeared due to the angle, revealing his eyes again.

At this moment, there was no more confusion in those eyes, only determination, and a faint light permeated them, like the only torch in the endless darkness.

That is the light of "enlightenment".

"...Then at least, there is one thing I can do."

44. Secret Mutation (7k)

[“…Higher dimension?”]

Zaimokuza's mind went completely blank as he heard these three words.

"That's right... 'Ultimate Darkness' is a power that comes from a higher dimension, a concept that's even higher than our own."

"This power has never belonged to this world, nor should it have any connection with our own. The priestess originally thought she brought the power to defy fate to her people... but true fate was forged by her."

Miou closed her eyes, recalling the despair and collapse her clan felt upon learning the truth. This meant that everything they had done was meaningless, because all their resistance was ridiculous and powerless against the "Ultimate Darkness."

The contrast between the two is like a book and its author. No matter how desperately the characters in the book resist, to the existence outside the book, it is nothing more than a result that can be changed by rewriting it with a pen.

The trajectory of the world was completely determined the moment the "Ultimate Darkness" was observed. From that day to the arrival of the "Ultimate Darkness", no one can change the direction of this process.

[No one can stop His coming. This is a predetermined outcome. No matter how hard you struggle, it will be futile.]

【This is the so-called truth of "fate."】

High School of Idolization, boys' dormitory.

"The existence of a higher dimension..."

He muttered these words unconsciously. Even though he didn't know what "emotion" was, Ayanokouji Kiyotaka still felt at this moment that his spine was as if being pierced by fine needles. A tingling sensation of coldness and numbness spread from his back to his whole body.

That had nothing to do with his personal heart, but was the body's reaction to this answer. The fear factor hidden in human DNA was out of the control of the will at this moment, and it let out the most terrifying scream.

This answer was completely beyond Ayanokouji's original expectations and shocked him completely.

Unlike ordinary people who became anxious and then went blank after seeing "Yoshiki Zaimokuza" traveling through time and the former Gurongi leader in the past, Ayanokouji was shocked and quickly thought of other aspects.

Is this ability, or phenomenon, unique to Zaimokuza Yoshiki? Or is it not unique to one person, but rather has some kind of common connection?

If this ability is unique to him, why did it only happen at this moment? Nothing similar had ever happened before? What was the cause and reason for this happening?

At that time, Ayanokouji keenly grasped another key node, or key figure - N-Gamio-Zeda.

This former Gurongi clan leader, the clan's first king, also saw "Zaimokuza Yoshiki" at that time, and even according to his later remarks, he also obtained the other's memories.

Among the words that were spoken later, there were two that left a particularly deep impression on Ayanokouji.

——"The world has already been changed, not in the past, nor in the future, but in the present... Everyone is imprisoned."

——"We are all connected, everything is connected, the 'Ultimate Darkness' has connected everything..."

The past, present, and future are all connected—by the "Ultimate Darkness."

At that time, Ayanokouji had a theory: everything related to the "Ultimate Darkness" was closely connected. This connection was not just a simple physical one, but an abstract one.

Gamio is connected to Zaimokuza Yoshiteru because they both share a close connection to the "Ultimate Darkness." One is the monstrous ancestor who touched the giant stone, causing his clan to turn away from humanity. The other is a warrior created by Rindo to fight these monsters, and the materials used in his creation are derived from the former.

Ultimately, all of this stems from the power of "Ultimate Darkness."

Being able to travel between the past and the future is terrifying enough, but Ayanokouji found that his thoughts were still too "honest".

High dimension - just three simple words, but the meaning they represent can frighten anyone who specializes in quantum mechanics and chaos science.

That means that the trajectory of the entire world has been flowing in a predetermined direction, and everything is imprisoned by some invisible and intangible external force. Even if the truth of the entire world is known, it is impossible to resist, because the ending of each person has already been determined, and the destiny of all things has been established.

Just like the poor will always be poor and the rich will always be rich, this is an infinitely upgraded version of the concept of class and family background, which is the so-called fatalism - not only can it not cause the slightest interference to the world, but the ending of every life and death is already determined.

What you think is changing your destiny is nothing more than the result that fate has already planned - this is the true meaning of these three words.

The moment these three words came out of Miou's mouth, many top scientists in the world went crazy, and some even chose to commit suicide because they couldn't bear it... because they had foreseen the future of the world.

Some things are destined to happen, no matter in the past, future, or even now——

……Now?

"——!!!"

This keyword was like a flash of lightning that passed through Ayanokouji's brain. His entire body began to tremble uncontrollably, and his pupils contracted tightly.

...Why do you only realize it now?

If the "Ultimate Darkness" could allow "Zaimokuza Yoshiki" in the future to cross time and intersect with N-Gamio-Zeda in the past, connecting the front ends of the two timelines and bringing everything full circle...

So what about “now”?

When the "ultimate darkness" descends in the future, what will become of our "present"?

When the "past" and "future" are linked together, forming a giant Möbius strip on the timeline, and the "present" is in the middle of this loop, which means...

"...Damn it."

pat!

A calm but suppressed growl sounded from his throat, and Ayanokouji suddenly stood up from the chair. The violent movement caused the chair to fall to the ground, and the collision of the chair back with the floor made a heart-shaking thud.

But he no longer cared about this. The upper half of Ayanokouji's face was completely covered by thick dark clouds. His golden eyes reflected a cold and emotionless light in the shadows. This was the real him. At this moment, Ayanokouji tore off all his past disguises.

He entered this school hoping to experience the life of an ordinary person, so he put on such a disguise, but now there is no point in continuing to pretend.

Because if Ayanokouji's guess is correct - then the whole world will be plunged into immense riots and panic!

And now, the only way to ensure his own safety is... Ayanokouji opened another drawer of the table in front of him with a cold face. There was only a mobile phone in the empty drawer, or should I say a mobile phone.

This mobile phone is very old, comparable to the mobile phones that were popular in the 1990s. It is the type that should have been put into a museum long ago.

However, Ayanokouji's mobile phone is a special version with added materials. Its manufacturing method and materials are strictly military specifications. There is absolutely no such model circulating on the market. It is impossible to find the call record of every call made by any communication agency, and the communication channel used is directly connected to the satellite.

This mobile phone was suddenly given to Ayanokouji one day by Chabashi Sae, the homeroom teacher of Class D. Apart from anything else, this alone was a definite violation of the school's rules, and even a teacher would be in trouble.

But Chabashi Sae handed it to Ayanokouji directly in front of the surveillance cameras scattered throughout the corridor without any concealment. Seeing that she had an unhappy look on her face but still had to tell the phone number, Ayanokouji knew who the mobile phone came from.

In Ayanokouji's impression, there is only one person whose personality and style can make this arrogant and indifferent teacher serve as a messenger obediently, swallowing his grievances and not daring to disobey in the slightest.

He once thought that in the past three years, he would probably use this mobile phone to dial this number only when he graduated, but the development of the situation was so dramatic that Ayanokouji had to change his plan.

His fingers pressed the number he had heard once before at a speed that left an afterimage. Before the last number's tone faded, he pressed the communication button. Ayanokouji put the phone to his ear and waited for the other party to answer.

About ten seconds later, the line was finally connected. A calm but arrogant and majestic voice sounded, its tone reminiscent of a tiger roaring in the woods.

The owner of this voice is called Ayanokouji Atsuomi, and his relationship with Ayanokouji Kiyotaka is self-evident. The other party is his biological father.

"The fact that you called me means that you finally understood—"

"I was wrong, Father."

Before Ayanokouji Atsuomi could finish his words, Ayanokouji Kiyotaka simply "admitted his mistake". There was no hesitation or humiliation in his words, only full of "sincerity" and "seriousness".

"?"

This sentence confused Ayanokouji Atsuomi who was sitting at his desk. Even the fingers that were about to reach for the cigar box in front of him stopped in mid-air. For a moment, he even wondered if he had answered the wrong number.

Why else would that unfilial son speak such words to him? He even used the honorific "father," such a filial and respectful term? From the moment he was born until now, every time he addressed him, he'd been sarcastic and mocking.

If it weren't for the fact that there was no possibility of this number being dialed incorrectly, and the voice on the other end was indeed that of the familiar rebellious son, he would have probably subconsciously hung up the call.

"Father, I think you're right. Staying in this school is truly meaningless for my growth, so I plan to return to your side to continue receiving your teachings. Your educational methods may be what I truly need."

Before Ayanokouji Atsuomi could react, Ayanokouji Kiyotaka spewed out a series of praises and confessions for him like a machine gun. The repeated words of "father" made Ayanokouji Atsuomi's fingers, which had just picked up a cigar, tremble again and again, and the cigar finally fell directly from his fingers back into the open iron box.

But this reaction was definitely not because he was trembling with emotion after hearing his son's filial piety, but because Ayanokouji Atsuomi felt that he might have been hit by some strange South Asian black magic, which made his mind and thinking confused.

Teaching? Respect? Filial piety? What a joke of the new century!

I've watched that rebellious son grow up, so how could I not know what kind of person he is? Because I deliberately raised him to be that way.

A cold-blooded, heartless, and inhuman anthropomorphic creature in human form, everything he did was driven solely by profit, and he harbored no affection for his biological father. Without that DNA connection, their relationship would likely have ended in a life-or-death struggle. Ayanokouji Atsuomi even suspected he had already considered the possibility of this happening more than once.

Normally, when a father dies, a son will cry bitterly; but when the emperor dies, the prince may cry even more bitterly than the former, but he will definitely laugh more than he cries.

Ayanokouji Atsuomi has always arrogantly compared himself to the emperor, and in his eyes, Ayanokouji Kiyotaka is the prince who always wants to rebel. If none of the illegitimate princes outside are capable of replacing him, he would have given him a cup of poisoned wine and let him "hang himself".

"But I hope you can do me a small favor, Father."

The next moment, the words from the unfilial son on the other end of the phone instantly calmed Ayanokouji Atsuomi's confused heart, and then he had a sudden realization that it was just as he expected.

"Hmph~ It seems your psychology skills haven't deteriorated because of that boring 'talent school', but do you think this boring little trick will work on me?"

Aware of the change in his inner emotions, Ayanokouji Atsuomi sneered and said this, while Ayanokouji Kiyotaka simply responded to his sarcasm in a neither humble nor arrogant manner.

"You're worrying too much. I'm just expressing my feelings to you, Father. As long as you can help me with this little task, I'll return to your side immediately and won't have any thoughts of betraying you again."

"Huh? I know you must have some hidden agenda, but it doesn't matter~"

Ayanokouji Atsuomi smiled indifferently. He looked at the light screen floating in front of him, put down the phone, picked up the cigar cutter and cigar, and said in a voice that was not angry but dignified:

"As long as you remember what you just said, I don't mind fulfilling your insignificant wish. So tell me your wish, 'son'."

“There are very few things in this country that I can’t do.”

Ayanokouji Atsuomi was not exaggerating. After years of working in the political arena, his network of contacts in this country was simply all-encompassing. He had connections to basically any level of position, it was just a matter of whether he wanted to use them or not.

So he had already prepared himself mentally. As long as the rebellious son agreed to come back and continue to be his tool, even if his wish was to sleep with all the famous actresses in Japan in one day, he could have them airlifted to him. Anyway, as long as protective measures were taken to avoid causing any loss of life, it would be fine.