"There's no time. A huge light said.

"What's the lack of time?" Zhou Feiyu returned to the white space.

"That way you might know more. As he spoke, the ball of light emitted a strong light.

"I've already given you the memory, you should understand. ”

Zhou Feiyu closed his eyes and recalled, and nodded.

"Indeed, it should have been over a long time ago, after all, you, no, we are so unreasonable, we are the rules for this world, but what's the use of saying this? ”

"Well, we've all overlooked the fact that Azathoth's time is different from ours. ”

"Indeed, but here I feel that I should still be allowed to make my inferences. Otherwise, I'm afraid there will be no chance in the future. ”

"Well, let's start with that. The ball of light nodded.

"First of all, I'm the 'man with the silver spoon', in other words, I'm your son, I've understood almost all the rules, and the planet I'm on now is none other than the 'spiritual core' of Azathoth, which is consciousness. ”

"That's right. ”

"So when did you give me the silver key? It must have been during my transcendental awakening, you interrupted the ritual and handed me the key to the truth, and since then, although I have not paid attention, my mind and knowledge have been greatly transformed. ”

"Correct. ”

"Then there is Helen Margaret, who, if my calculations are correct, is supposed to be the child of Sabu Nicholas, who has come to assist me. ”

“······· Hmmm"

"And your purpose is very simple, organize Nyaratotip to wake up Azatoth, it should be like this, and which of my replicants, etc., should be the handiwork of Naaratotip. ”

"Yes, but that doesn't explain why it ended here. ”

"Quite simply, we all exist in dreams with Azathoth, so who controls Azathos?"

"And who controls me saying these things at this moment?"

"Why is my actions becoming more and more hasty, why do I basically stop showing up when I have met so many people?"

Yogsothoth: "······"

"The answer is simple, there is one person writing all this, and there are other people watching it, and although I know that this is a self-question, I still want to ······ with the person who wrote the story. Let's talk. ”

"You say. ”

After Zhou Feiyu said this, a fat man appeared in front of Zhou Feiyu.

The man was dressed in loose pajamas, a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and his hair was as messy as a bird's nest.

"Say it. ”

Zhou Feiyu looked at the person in front of him and said with a smile.

"I wonder what our ending should have been. ”

"Azathoth woke up, but created a new universe, and you and Helen became the new Yog Sothos and Sabu Nicholas. ”

The fat man pushed the frame of his eyes and said.

"And then?"

"Then, starting with this new universe, I'll write new stories, but I can't do that now. ”

"Can't do it?" Zhou Feiyu was a little surprised.

"Why?"

"Because of the spectators. The fat man easily stated the reason.

"I'm not smart, it takes a long time for me to think about reasonable things, but you should know that after civilization develops to a certain stage, it will inevitably enter a fast-paced life, and I can't update it every day. ”

"That's why. ”

"Yes, what I wrote didn't satisfy me, so the story was over, and this was supposed to be my first work. ”

“······ Is it because life is compelled to do so?"

"No, it's not because of life, it's just that I don't want to be ·······" The fat man hesitated, but finally did not speak.

"That's all I can say. The fat man sighed and said.

Zhou Feiyu also sighed.

"Okay. ”

"Goodbye then, thank you. The fat man said.

Zhou Feiyu wanted to say something, but the fat man had disappeared, and the fat man's hand had already found the release button.

A world that was supposed to be interesting just disappeared, and the fat man didn't want to say anything more.