The closest point to the end of the prologue

The vast universe, not counting dimensions, can roughly divide the existence of the world into seven layers: surface, dark, secondary, mixed, cloudy, quiet, and nothing. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This is not the level of space, but the level of time and space, which is the level that has naturally precipitated since the emergence of "being".

Returning to the ruins, the end of the running of all things, the entrance to the galaxy, the most extreme existence in the universe, because it is the only existence that connects the "table" and "nothing", and no one knows the situation in the depths of the ruins, because it does not exist.

The eternal existence of the ruins should have been peaceful and flawless, but at this time, there was a flaw, a source of turmoil, trembling and struggling in the depths that were infinitely close to nothingness.

With a silver light that came out of nowhere, the power of the source of turbulence increased instantly, like a hedgehog wrapped in paper, and the cracks that spanned the six levels were constantly torn open and pierced. Until an incomparable abyss severed a galaxy, a will descended on this dry universe.

"It's... What is it? ”

Along with the will, another silver white also descended, the silver light that joined halfway.

"I am... Hundred million... No, it should be easy? "It's been too long.

The closer you get to nothing, the slower the span of time, until you touch nothing, and the moment of the world is eternal.

"This is..."The will observed the silver light that merged with himself, and felt a little kind inexplicably.

"From the past, from the future... Is this part of my existence? Why... Feeling a little unfamiliar? ”

Time passed, and I stayed in the silent universe like this, and my will was motionless. This seems to be the sequelae of a long time, accustomed to long waits, and perhaps being in a daze is the lifetime of most lives.

In the severed galaxy, explosions continue to occur in all corners, like a grand firework, celebrating the will to get out of trouble. Meteorites, supernovae, black holes... All kinds of weapons of mass destruction for civilization pass by, but they do not bring a trace of waves to the will, and they cannot be touched.

"Hmm... Why... So desolate? ”

It didn't take long for the chaotic galaxy to regain its delicate balance and return from chaos to order. This also makes the will feel wrong, because although the universe is empty, it should not be so desolate, and so long is enough for the civilization to step into the stars to send a vanguard.

"Why... No life? ”

The will spreads, trying to envelop the broken star system, but before the will could spread much, a pitch-black ring appeared in the middle of the silver light, with nine locks on the ring, each with a different form and constantly changing.

Without any superfluous movements, the moment the black ring appeared, the will instantly contracted into a silver light across the endless void, submerging into a huge whirlpool.

The vortex of possibility, the center of this universe that really exists.