[See the purple on a moonlit night, in the season of cherry blossom martyrdom, it is starlight. 】

I don't know why, in a trance, this scarlet sentence suddenly echoed in Lynn's heart.

The "prophecy" of a friend from afar seems to ignore Lynn's [variables] and completely fulfill it in this closed spiritual world.

In the night when the moonlight was dyed purple by the demon dream that came from afar, Lynn saw it again, the starlight

The magic circuit, known as the "infinite turn", was activated under the will of the "magician", and the magic acceleration that was not at all like a human was activated, and the magic phosphorescence like the rotating starlight burst out from her elbows, and then the white tender hands that seemed to be weak and weak rushed to Lynn's body like rockets.

“Severe_Break！”

Miss "Aoko Aosaki", who shouted like this, was full of excitement and completely defeated the triple magic enchantment that Lynn was caught off guard and temporarily supported, and at the same time knocked Lynn into the air, slammed into the wall of the magic workshop, and then fell into the pool of blood.

"Ahh This kind of antique thing, well, I am not qualified to say that you are the one who uses this orthodox magic trick like the number secret pattern. ”

With a movement of her wrist, "Aoko Aosaki" squinted and said.

"Look at the strength of the enchantment just now, what are you hesitating about?"

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(Boy, do you want to go out?) ）

When that sentence echoed in my ears, the crystals that had been corroded and burned by solid acid suddenly felt itchy.

Who is she?

What is she doing here?

Why did she save me?

Will her words come true?

If she had saved me, would she have been able to escape from the tight locks of the Clock Tower?

One by one, questions reverberated from my brain, which was still inserted into the horn of a unicorn, and the brain cells that had not been able to turn for a long time began to jump, conveying all kinds of information. Eventually, this information converges into one of the biggest problems.

Am I worth her saving?

Yes, it is not worth being redeemed. It's a thoroughly altruistic question, one that doesn't look like a magician should ask.

exhausted exhaustive deductions, only to find that they could not defend themselves.

So, reminisce, recall what others have said.

Fragments of memory begin to flow back.

"You're a monster, yes, the most perfect monster. A monster capable of realizing the thirty propositions of the Clock Tower! The old magician smiled with a broken tooth.

The thirteen-year-old boy showed a burning smile and silently endured a new round of "research"

"You're a genius and a monster, but it's none of my business, it's just my duty to crush you and bring you back to the Tower." The female magician of the men's beauty said coldly.

The twelve-year-old boy turned his face sideways, looked at the scenery known as the Sky Realm, and slowly closed his eyes

"You? You're still a child. But it is undeniable that you are a genius and a madman. The fantasy with dark red fur twisted his beard and said.

The eleven-year-old boy looked up from the mountain where the scrolls were piled up, glanced at the blind old mouse rather indifferently, and then reached out and stroked a mirror hanging from his waist

"Lynn, you're the craziest guy I've ever seen, but on top of that, you're the most standard magician I've ever seen, not one of them." Department of Inheritance (VI.). The instructor of the darkest side of Hogwarts, the voice of a magician in the name of operating necromancy, was ecstatic.

The ten-year-old stretched his back and thrust the object in front of him that had once been a human from the test bench as if it were a meaningless waste

"Huh? Little Lynn, it seems to be a good magician, the last time in Romania's 'Ben family' did not give the name Helsing a shame, although the 'Ben family' has essentially disbanded and disappeared, if only I could come to learn the family's ancestral culling magic in the future, ah, haha, I'm joking, Xiao Lynn, you can stick to your current path of integration, but creating your own magic system sounds so troublesome. The blonde, red-eyed vampire laughed as he reached out a hand and rubbed the child's hair.

The nine-year-old glanced disapprovingly at the person she should call her sister, but said nothing

"Am I worth being saved?"

The ten-year-old boy looked at the two wrecks in the old church and found for the first time that people's eye sockets would be moist

"What does my existence mean to others?"

The eleven-year-old stepped out of the plane and took a deep breath at the exotic sky filled with the smell of Dead Apostles

"What the hell am I? Monster? Talented? Magician? Or a madman? ”

The twelve-year-old boy recited the incantation that he had been preparing for a year, and smiled maniacally as he watched the light of the cross that enveloped the entire kingdom rising from the horizon

"Can I really hold that light?"

A beam of starlight shone into the soul of the thirteen-year-old boy, and his hesitant hand, which was stained with visceral mucus and blood, grasped the outstretched hand.

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Ah, I should have known this a long time ago. I've never been what others see.

Talented? No, I've never been a genius, I'm just better at handling certain things than anyone else. But I have a lot of other things to do, such as never cooking, and sewing clothes in a mess, compared to that, the runes and lines of magic are more reassuring to me.

Monster? Neither is it. No matter how cold the heart of "the former me" is, at least the "current me" has such a thing as moving, anger and sorrow, although it is at the cost of the lives of my father and mother, but at least it has allowed me to get out of the "outside of people" and have the heart of "human beings".

Magician? In terms of profession, I think I should be a magician. But I've never thought about getting to the roots, so what is the point of studying magic? Maybe it's because I like it, but if it's a magician's necessity to get to the root, then I'd rather be a magician who uses magic in the first place.

I don't know why, when I saw that others defined me, I was inexplicably unwilling to comply, and even when I didn't know the consciousness of the word rebellion, I had already begun to choose rebellion.

It's like a negative number standing in the middle of a bunch of natural numbers, and everyone around you can feel familiar, but it's out of place with everyone. It's nice to get along, but that different feeling will always be there.

This state of affairs can be called "dissonance".

Or, to put it more colloquially, me

It's heretical.

In Greek vocabulary, heresy means "choosing" or "the act of choosing." In the New Testament, in the Bible, it means partisanship, a group of people with similar interests and beliefs.

I, on the other hand, am a heretic, a heretic who always maintains subtle differences from others but share the same ideas, a one-man party.

That's why I can't drink others consistently.

But ah, this state is really lonely, and now that there is no sense of identity, it is really lonely. I don't know why, but I did start to be kind to others, and although it was weak, I was ecstatic to have that sense of identity. I'm really grateful to Sister Qingzi for that kindness, just reaching out made me discover my difference.

I am a heretic to Lynn. Helsin. The name of Yugdomirenia walks the world.

And heretics like me also need light.

Only the approval of others can save me. That's why I chose to make a pact with Balug, I chose to live in symbiosis with Venom, I taught a lesson in the Tower of Clocks that no one was destined to attend, and I founded the Heresy Truth Society here.

Then, I, who are so eager to bond with others, should be more or less worthy of being saved.

Although, I'm still a heretic.

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"Nothing, it's just that."

Rising from the flesh and blood peeled off "himself", Lynn, who was covered in blood, scratched his face and said in a helpless voice.

"It's just that after seeing 'Sister Qingzi', you figured out some things."

Yes, I'm a heretic.

Then, there is no need to tie yourself up in the concept of "human" - not morality and ethics or anything like that, but something higher.

It is the power from the origin, the existence of the famous work [Variable].

Then, for the first time, Lynn confronted her heretic.

Face up to the origin of your own variables.

"So, come again."

"That hair just now, it's not powerful at all."

As he spoke, his palms flipped over. Obviously, the body was still wearing a fragment of a tightjacket that had just been torn and only played the most basic shielding effect, but in Lynn's hand, a spherical object suddenly appeared.

"This is a gift from Sister Qingzi, a magic dress that unfolds with the fifth method as a limited function, even if I can copy the figure of Sister Qingzi from my memory, I won't copy this mystery that I don't understand."

"So," Lynn said with a smile as she tilted her head, "Shadow of Nothingness, the second round begins." ”

"Wake up Venom and be bound like this by a demon dream that doesn't even have a hole, is it still worthy of the name of your tentacle monster? Well, I'm already awake, so long to unfold, my formation. ”

"Lynn's Formation Trick V2.0! In full swing! ”

Then, countless stars converged and time began to turn back.

Beowulf watched blankly as he swung his sword split an innocent tree beside the road, glanced at the surrounding scenery suspiciously, and after confirming that it was the road he had just come, he slowly straightened up and spoke thoughtfully.

"The spatial transfer is wrong, this level of magic, it should be that time has gone backwards, and even I who am not in the range have been affected?"

Scratching his orange hair and feeling the majestic fluctuations of magic in the distance, Beowulf sighed.

"Has the master finally affirmed his origins?"

"The so-called variables are things that need to be relied on to be constants to be meaningful."

"Little master, has he finally discovered the fact that he is a heretic who is constantly longing for the approval of others?"

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PS:_(:зゝ∠)_,A topic that feels good.,I'm suffocated.,We want to write about the feeling of life.(╯"□′)╯(┻━┻,Why even the character is starting to be strange(╯"□′)╯(┻━┻...... Sure enough, we're a street hit_(:зゝ∠)_

PS2: No accidents, the second volume will end tomorrow...... bar

PS3: I know, none of you look at my DPM settings, although they are inferior products modeled after the SCP series, but they are still closely related to the text, such as the setting of the GS ball that Lynn took above, which is all written there.