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Everything was gone—the Vulcan, the basement, himself, and even the green light itself were fading away, and everything was nothing.

Only a muffled voice, unclear whether it was male or female, seemed to come from far away.

",Archive Archive Archive-!"

Hey, what archive? Wait, wait-?

……

The earth is empty and chaotic, and the face of the abyss is dark.

The girl's ****'s feet lightly touched the surface of the water, and it was covered with layers of ripple-like textures, and gradually subsided.

Tsukimiyama turned his head and looked around carefully.

Dark.

The upper and lower squares are hidden in endless darkness, with no end in sight. There was nothing in the world, not even gravity, only a glimmer of light out of nowhere, and a sea full of darkness beneath our feet.

Strangely enough, despite the lack of gravity, Tsukimiyama knew that she could move around this dark world at will—even though she didn't know her destination, what she had to do, or even why she knew.

She clutched her forehead with a tearing pain that seemed to split her head in half, and an invisible needle pierced her skull through the void, extracting her brain.

After a bout of dizziness, she tried to suppress the pain in the deepest part of her mind - of course, it could also be because she had become familiar with the pain, so that she could think rationally enough to think about the situation she was facing.

The memory was like a videotape that had been cut off and then forcibly glued together, and she knew very well that a tape appeared in her memory, but she didn't know how it came to be or why it appeared. Some of her memories had faded from the green light, and when she came back to her senses, she was already here.

She must have unleashed her abilities with all her might, trying to teleport herself and Vulcan to some other safe place. So where is this? Hyperspace? Where did Vulcan Honko's super otaku go? What about the item? Could it be that I'm already dead, and this is the afterlife? There's not going to be a big ball of light jumping out and saying some inexplicable nonsense, right?

While each of these issues was very important, even her own life, she seemed to be completely ...... about them Not interested, or rather, not motivated to think about the answers to these questions.

There is an emptiness in your mind, like a foggy feeling when you wake up - you are clearly aware of 'yourself', but you clearly know that you are not thinking about anything.

This experience is very new to Tsukizuyama. Ever since Tsukimiyama came to this world, she has been constantly thinking, thinking about whether her past was a dream or a false memory fabricated by the strange experiments of some waste wood scientists, thinking about whether the world she lives in is a real world, or if it's actually just another author's garbage fanfiction, thinking about whether this world has a fate, and what she came to this world for-

Even though she forced herself not to think, this rational thinking still lingered in the subconscious, like a shark staring at a small boat. A sense of dread — a mixture of incomprehensible memories of past lives, unreality of the world in which she lives today, and confusion about her future — keeps one nerve in her brain forever tight.

But now, the sea and the sky are wide, the water is clear, and of course, there are no sharks below.

She shook her head, then cautiously crouched down and put her hand into the 'water'.

It was obvious that she could feel that she had passed through a barrier - although it was an obstacle, but in fact Tsukimiyama did not feel anything, but only developed a sense of 'something passed through' - the other side of her hand.

And under the surface of the water, it's not water, but it's the same as what Tsukimiyama's body feels here, that kind of empty touch, like-

At the foot of Mt. Tsukimi is not the surface of the water, but only a film that 'separates' the two sides.

And through the sparkling 'waves', Yuejianshan can see that half of her palm under the water is covered with a layer of black leather gloves with exposed fingers at some point, this strange scene takes the layer of 'water' under her feet as the dividing point, but the forearms and palms above are still ****.

Tsukimiyama blinked with some curiosity, there was almost no room for thought intervention, she subconsciously dived into the abyss under her feet, because there was no 'gravity', so this behavior was quite easy.

Then she lowered her head and took a closer look at her body.

She was already wearing a close-fitting black leather suit and boots with metal rings, her gloveless left hand and forearm were even tattooed with a strange blue pattern, and she wore a skull ring on each of her five fingers, looking rather punk.

She brushed her hair, and her long, straight hair had become a little fluffy short.

Even more surprising was the obvious feeling that she had 'grown taller' – or rather elongated. The body is still slender (although it is a bit narcissistic to say this, but in fact, Tsukimiyama has always maintained his body with the mentality of playing a development game), but it is a lot stronger, and the lines look a little stiffer, no longer the feeling of being a little weak before.

Even, she could feel that her thinking, or rather personality, had become more aggressive. It's a very subtle feeling, just like the same person who achieves different effects by wearing different 'clothes', Tsukimiyama knows that 'Tsukimiyama' is still 'himself', but Tsukimiyama's personality has become completely different.

She continued to 'dive'.

Soon, she came into contact with another layer of 'water'.

Without hesitation, she reached over the 'water' and saw that the gloves on her hands were gone, but she wore a modest white gold ring on her tail finger.

The conclusion popped into her mind like a bolt of lightning.

So, the matter is completely clear.

Truth is not a rock, truth is flowing water.

"What the hell! It's not even just a matter of 'being or perceiving', is it? But what is it other than me? Am I becoming a solipsistic guy like Correa Steinfeld? ”

She let out an unbridled laugh—for the first time in her life—and flicked her fingers with ease.

"Let there be light."

ps: So I thought about the plot of the next volume, and wrote it a little more easily, a little more relaxed......

PS2: Part of this chapter kuso is from the demonic "You Didn't See Anything", I personally like this kind of comic with big brains...... So I recommend it.

PS3: Although I have said it many times in the group, the specific explanation of the original stone's ability is carefully described from the prologue of the Angel Fall in the next volume...... But maybe some readers can guess? Also, if you forget the reader, look at the eighth chapter of the first volume. Alas, alas, I finally have to shake off the burden of ability. No more people will say, 'What is the ability of the protagonist, I don't understand'! (Hopefully).

PS4: Correa Stanfield is the killer waiter in the Wine of Eternal Life, if you are interested in the specific solipsism, please Baidu by yourself.

PS5: I've been thinking about the conclusions described in this chapter, the nature of the main character's abilities, and the worldview, but I've never been sure how to express them...... In short, it may feel a bit obscure (since I'm not going to go into philosophical concepts and the like) and so on, so I can only explain it in relatively simple language - in the next volume (how many times have I said this?). ）。 Well, tomorrow is the end of the volume. Also, although I know that it's normal to have no feedback from readers, at least I like the style of the volume so I can choose......