BGM: Wrath of the Gods (Yu-Gi-Oh)

If a transcendent person could observe things from a perspective overlooking the world, they would notice the strange shape of this half-plane.

The band-like world head and tail are connected into a ring, floating above the main material plane, and the rounded shape seems to have been forcibly corrected, with obvious artificial traces.

The tiny rings rest on the outside of the main plane of matter, revolving around its massive center of gravity, and appear unremarkable.

At the center of the ring is a sphere.

The shining orb and the red mottled shell envelop the golden glow inside, and the lines of restraint are carved on it, not deliberately depicting anything, just flowing lines that are wantonly swaying.

The diameter of the sphere was about ten meters, but its body was constantly emitting a burning light, and infinite pulsations of light were spread onto the outer rings, and even some of them were sprinkled onto the inexplicable shadows beneath the rings.

Floating golden red light flowed out of the sphere like flowing water, and then disappeared into the darkness without hesitation.

It's a strange scene, full of subtle dissonance, and a huge deviation from basic human cognition.

The Black-Bearer stood at one end of the aura, facing the central sphere looking at the multiverse

His eyes were as pure as glass, devoid of any emotion, as hard and uninteresting as obsidian, as if they were never supposed to contain any emotion in the first place, simply reflecting the mechanical mind of their owner.

It is a silence different from indifference, a dead thing, a firewood that no longer burns.

Unwilling to burn anymore, extinguish the torch and hide behind layers of curtains.

Perhaps, the name "Black Bearer" will be passed down to future generations with the change of generations, but the person who bears this name, who bears this era, and the people who have preceded it, will always be buried deep in the dark side of history.

has long been beyond the concept of ordinary people, and at the same time, it can no longer be described as a man who can be described as sad.

The Black One, as the supreme power of the human race, is as demanding as ever to make a decision on his own making, and after erasing all unrest, there will be only one way left.

Abandoning mundane pursuits, losing one's name and place, and leaving behind a purely agent of a certain will.

The man standing outside the world at this moment.,As the head of the school, it's more like a "god" than any god in the paradise.。

The vastness of the universe shines in the man's eyes, which are the other side of the stars shining and the brilliance and fantasy, but there is no fluctuation in his heart, as if everything is just a sticker in his eyes.

But.. There is no flame in the visible range, no civilization in its radiance.

The main plane of matter, or the world of equal mass around the Mother Realm, may have an almost indescribable charm and vastness in optics, but within them are dead matter, immobile Jedi.

And behind him, there is only darkness there.

It's not just the lack of light from the visual angle, it's the whirlpool that devours the will of all beings, so that it clearly breeds endless lives and stories, but it is like an illusory bubble of beauty, bursting at the touch of a button.

Idea.

Authentic.. Or the darkness that you can't see anything.

That's why it's necessary to fight.

The current situation is abnormal, and the anomaly should be erased, corrected!

An inexplicable glimmer flashed in the eyes of the black-wielder, like electronic information flowing through a machine that had been activated.

He opened his arms, and strange streams of metallic light flickered and flew from the palms of his fingers, converging into a stream of light and running towards the orb.

The next moment, an immeasurable light flickered from it, almost breathing, and the flower that recorded a huge amount of information bloomed in a dazzling light on the dead and dark mother realm, which was a miraculous light far beyond the sun.

The great light transforms into a picture of people, igniting the brilliance of life in the eternal starry sky.

Bloom, sublimation.

- The light of all beings.

The elderly, the youth, the man, the woman, the child, the infant, the mortal, the transcendent, the village, the fishing, hunting, farming, eating, multiplying, migrating, educating, moving, culture.

From perceiving pain to seeking happiness, from the delicate and strict social system to the chaotic times of decay, from the fantasy universe to the reality, and from reality to myths and fantasies.

People before struggling, people struggling, people after struggling.

And this main color that has always changed, even in the most stable environment, the turbulent brilliance of human nature.

We are the stupidest!

We are the smartest!

We are the primates of all things!

We are tramplers of the rules!

We were born before everything!

We were born after everything!

We.. Born to be human!

———— "Buzz !!————"

The golden-red sphere contracted suddenly, and a vast independent will quickly mixed together under strong external pressure, like countless overlapping sound waves, they may be weak individually, or they may be weak...

But when all the sound waves come together, they will grow exponentially, and eventually turn into a raging wave that sweeps everything.

That's the glory of civilization!

Against the backdrop of the multiverse, golden waves of light peeled away from the blood-red comfort, scattered, and then spread across the darkness behind them to the distant world.

The mottled shell peels off layer by layer, like a newborn egg, magnificent and perfect.

The endless light reflected in the eyes of the black-wielder, causing the atmosphere on his body to fluctuate slightly.

。。。 Here it is... ！！

The preparations have been completed, and all that remains is the process of unifying the will.

The One Who Brings All Things to One - One of the ways for human beings to save themselves from prison is to get out of prison.

Thirty-one countries have already disappeared on the continent for no reason for the sake of the ball of light in front of them, but the sacrifices are undoubtedly worth it.

Because.. This is not called the end of death, but the beginning of the race of life, and it is funny to say, is there still true freedom in this prison, and will we still have the right to choose?

No kidding, okay. We are all children who are not expected to be born, we are broken copper and iron that have been completely abandoned, and we are parts abandoned in the countryside and fields.

The former owner abandoned us and never looked back.

The girl in white who passed by was innocent, and she put us back together.

Passing snakes use us and use us as nests.

And who is it that goes back to the source of everything and imprisons us in this "prison"?

As if he had confirmed his own ideas, the black-bearer nodded, his eyes glinting with an inorganic light.

At this moment, the golden newborn existence was like a newborn chick, moving its body little by little, the terrifying light turned into an inverted tide, and the golden wings spread.

The ring-like half-planes have collapsed, and they have turned into quicksand-like amorphous bodies, most drifting towards the multiverse, and the rest engulfed in darkness.