It's so warm. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoI'm so happy...... Is this what it feels like to be loved? Like a miracle, you can put everything on it, and your heart becomes pure and serene.

Tears of emotion, pure and transparent. The gaze of affection, calm and emotional. The joy of ignorance, simple and blissful. The resonance of hand in hand is wonderful and surprising. Everything in the new world seems so simple and wonderful...... It's so mouth-watering that it's crazy, and I can't bear to leave at all, even if I look at everything quietly, I feel calm and tranquil from the bottom of my heart.

Even the stinging memories of the past have been smoothed out by time. Why remember them? The sadness of the abandoned world, where everything is going to perish, has nothing to do with itself.

The only commemoration is probably ......

"Hmm!" Shocked to look at the black horror, the hideous shape of the black armor, the white-haired young man's eyes became more and more frightened. Self in the mirror...... Covered in strange and terrifying twisted things, they are no longer carapace like worms, but just glowing with a dark sheen, wriggling, and releasing in regular contractions, like the heartbeat of hell.

Even, there is a twisted blade extending from the back, a tentacle made up of these disgusting, strange things. If you have to use a figurative metaphor, it is also like the slender legs of a strange spider, full of barbs, but as if it is alive, with a translucent dark texture, and some bloodshot fluid can be seen inside, flowing with the frequency of "heartbeat".

How could this be a product of this world......

The young man took a step back and reached out to touch the horrible thing. He hoped it wasn't true.

However, the stiff and sharp touch, the blood stains on his hands that were scratched by it, were more real than anything here.

"Impossible......" shuddered and took a step back, and the young man let out a low sob, but it was more like a scream or a roar.

"No way, no way, no way, I can't go back!!"

The terrible roar echoed throughout the room, in the attic, even in the street, in the world, and none of the familiar faces and voices responded.

"Nope." His throat became dry and hoarse, and the young man fell to the ground, covering his face as if in his last struggle. The body became weak, and even the heartbeat began to become fragile. Can't you escape this shackle......

......Suddenly, he grasped the hideous tip, and let his hand be pierced and blood flowed all over the ground, and he wanted to confirm something.

If he and what appears in him are real and everything else is illusory, then he can kill himself and get rid of this cruel truth. If he's not dead, then he's probably fake, and this thing is fake. Whether it's true or not, as long as you live with peace of mind, you don't want to leave this place again.

"Dear people, today I die." The skin on the young man's face had been punctured, and dark red blood was pouring out. With a smile on his face, he whispered like a moan.

In the next moment, the unbelievably beautiful blood flower burst open, and a blood-stained hand trembled, and slowly drooped down again.

"So...... Is this really ......? The vision was full of blood, and the young man suddenly remembered who he was and what he had done. It turns out that everything is a lie......

A feeling of being deceived came over him, and anger rose from the bottom of his heart, burning his empty eyes.

Liars, liars! Cunning murderer! Have to...... The truth must be ......!

More blood flowed down, and the tightly clenched hand suddenly loosened.

However, he was going to die.

"That's what they're trying to do to prevent the Knowers from escaping." Those who are immersed in dreams cannot discover the truth, and the only truth here is themselves. Kill yourself, everything will be clear, and the truth of the so-called good world will be exposed. However, those who know the truth are dead.

……

"That guy actually chose to commit suicide in a beautiful world?!" In the real world, only a few minutes have passed, and the obsession that has just completed the control of the body suddenly trembles.

A sense of foreboding arose, but he must be dead, right?

……

"Pandora......?" Looking at the beautiful mature woman floating in front of him, Icasius's eyes were surprised for a moment, and then immediately dimmed.

"So that's your real name?" Pando stretched out his illusory hand and gently stroked the blood-stained face.

"It's not. I...... Never had a real name......" Ikasius struggled for a moment, letting out a quick gasp. Perception blurred, and Pandora's voice began to fade away. He ran out of time.

"You want me to bring the truth back?" Pandora's eyes were confused for a moment, but she said:

"I never knew you had such a side."

"People...... Before you die, you will always be selfless and once...... Cough. "The heart is no longer beating, and the air in the lungs has been squeezed out. Icatius smiled one last time before he died, and then his eyes began to freeze, and the hideous black substance was like a tombstone, and he stopped moving.

"......" Pandora's eyes turned sad as she looked at the dead Knower.

"You could have called me Leia." Suddenly, she leaned down and kissed her gently on the pale bloodstained lips.

"Where my heart goes, where my obsession is, is vain. The evil spirit lives forever in hope, and the dawn is dimmed on the edge, which is for crossing. Crossing the border, taking the spirit as the contract, the power of Pandora is given, and resurrected. 】”

The corners of her lips were stained with dark red blood, and Pandora, or Leia, sang softly.

"I hope you'll remember me...... Yoke. After chanting, Pandora's body instantly stiffened. She lowered her head and chuckled softly.

"Pandora, Disaster and Death......"

Faint points of light filled the small space, converging little by little on the bodies of the dead. This man, he has too many shortcomings, he is crazy, calculating, twisted and tangled, he has masochistic tendencies, he will drill the horns, he never has real feelings for people, he is cold, evil, ugly at heart, he will hurt those closest to him for a little selfish gain, he is almost useless except for having some power, God knows why the world has not abandoned him, has not let him die before the age of fifteen.

However, he is such a person who is willing to make a pact with the same abandoned Pandora, and is willing to listen to her and even her boring, weak, and self-righteous "master" to tell more self-righteous, hypocritical and disgusting stories, and even molested her.

It's really scumbag, but it's still worth a little bit anyway.

At least Pandora was willing to die for him.

He opened his eyes and called himself me.

In that place of despair and collapse, I died, leaving behind a sinful shell.

I was made into a puppet with strings, and then she died, leaving nothing.

My thread has been cut, my shackles are still there.

But everything doesn't matter anymore.

for I have returned.

The resurrected man is accompanied by a poem of calamity on the day of return.