Chapter 2140: Ash Annihilation at Dawn (72)

A torrent of flames enveloped Bediwell's body, and although he was not burned to ashes, he felt a pang of suffocation.

Photons also have "weight", it should be said that it is quite heavy, and the higher the density of photons, the higher the concentration, the heavier they become. Therefore, those large lightsabers with extremely high output power are extremely difficult to wield, and the "weight" felt when wielding them is no less than that of the real sword, and only a warrior with amazing arm strength can wield it.

Now, these photon fireworks that envelop Bediwell's whole body are actually the same thing. Because the concentration was so high, the photon fireworks were so "heavy" that they weighed down Bediville to even breathe------ or even move his lungs.

"Good...... It's so uncomfortable......" The werewolf youth couldn't breathe, couldn't move, couldn't even scream, and was suffocated in every part of his body. It was as if he was in the depths of the ocean, and the pressure was pouring towards him from all directions! The bones of his whole body creaked, almost crushed into pulp!

"Hold on to yourself, don't let chaos take over you!" As if from a long distance, the voice of the great teacher Krana came. Although Bediwell knew she was close.

"I'm ......! uhhh------hh

(Huh?)

When he came to his senses, he found himself in a crimson void.

The red was a blood-red red, stinging his eyes.

There was a lava-like glow flowing, worse than the real lava, obviously crimson, but it was so red that it stood out more prominently in this crimson, and further stung his eyes.

Bediwell tried to close his eyes, but to no avail, he had no eyelids at all.

And so on, not without eyelids, but without eyes at all.

(What's going on?)

(What the hell am I now?)

(In what form does it take to appear in this crimson world?)

"Bediwell!------" Someone is calling.

(etc------)

(Who is Beddyville?)

(I can't remember.) ）

(I just can't remember.) ）

(Who am I?!?)

(What is my relationship with this guy called Bediville???)

(What Bediville?)

(Bei...... What?)

(And so on.) ）

(What was I thinking???)

(Who am I??Where am I??Where am I going????)

He was utterly confused.

"Listen!" a woman's voice grew louder and louder, but it didn't seem to be a mere shout, but more like a powerful telepathy: "You are you, Beddivi!"

No matter what you have become, no matter what you have experienced, no matter what you have been, you are still you.

It's all the hard work you've done in the past, all the choices you've made in your life, right or wrong, that have made you who you are.

You are you, not someone else, and there is no substitute.

[You] are the [you] who have been shaped by everything you have done in the past, and [you] in this form.

Here and now, right here, continues to continue, continues to write, as long as life does not pass away, it will not end.

So that's your life.

Your own life.

No matter how humble and insignificant life is in this vast and vast universe,

Your life is still your life.

A unique and irreproducible life.

＂

------That's right.

Those are all "truths".

are the most superficial truths, and they can even be said to be "truths" that are close to "nonsense".

But they are all "truths", one after the other, irrefutable "facts".

Bediwell, who was swallowed by the torrent of chaos and was already very confused, gradually calmed down after hearing these "mantras".

And then he understood.

She was casting a spell on him in the chaos.

When she repeatedly emphasized these "mantras", it was the process of her casting a curse on him.

The [spell] under it is, of course, a spell that keeps Bediwell's sense of self and does not be consumed by chaos.

Bediwell, who had almost forgotten who he was, gradually remembered his name.

(That's right.) ）

(My name is Bediville.) ）

(Bebedilov Beowulf of Western Siberia.) ）

(Despite the name, no one in the world knows.) ）

(But it's the key symbol that is necessary to compose [me].) ）

The werewolf youth took a breath and finally recovered from the chaos.

Of course, the surrounding scenery hasn't changed because of this, and it's still this spicy-eyed damn crimson.

Is that what [Chaos]?

Bediwell wondered.

Why on earth did he get caught up in this [chaos], and how did he escape from it?

"Listen up, stupid apprentice. Still from a distance, a woman's voice was heard. At this time, Bedeville had basically calmed down, so he remembered that the owner of the female voice was the great teacher Clarna.

"Something went wrong with the ceremony. [Chaos] has too much influence on you, and therefore on the spell fire in your hands. When I tried to unconfine the spell fire, it almost went out of control. ＂

"Uh------" The werewolf youth wanted to say something, but his mind was still quite confused, and he didn't know what to say.

In the midst of [chaos], it seems that even logic and even ideas are impacted by this infinite chaos, his logic begins to crumble, and his reason is also evaporating. With reason evaporating, it has become extremely difficult for him to even think normally and sort out an idea.

"But rest assured. We can still correct the rituals that went wrong. You might even be able to use the power of chaos to further strengthen your spell fire. The voice of the Grand Lady Clarna was almost encouraging, and Bediwell, who was on the verge of collapse, slowly regained her confidence.

"But you have to stay calm and do what I tell you step by step. She said, "Are you ready?"

What should I do then? Bediwell, who was still a little confused, thought at least an answer at this point.

"Yes. It took so hard that he had almost forgotten how to speak.

"Good, Bediville. Clarna seemed to know that Bediwell, who was in the [chaos], could not even speak, so she tried very hard to guide the werewolf youth: "First of all, I want you to repeat your name over and over again. Throughout, you can't forget your own existence. If you get lost in the torrent of chaos, your consciousness will never come back. ＂

"Yes...... Target...... The werewolf youth replied with difficulty.

(I'm Bediville.) ）

(My name is Bediville.) ）

(This man called Bediville, this individual, is me.) ）

(Irreplaceable me.) ）

He kept repeating these words in his head, as if he was also casting a curse on himself. Only by repeating his name in this way can he keep himself alive and not be swallowed up by the torrent of chaos.

And then...... I want you to take a good look around. "Your spell fire must be beside you, but you are in the confusion and don't see it." It's because I'm by your side that I can get in touch with you. Find it. It is now the only bridge between you and the real world practice, the only means by which you can escape [Chaos] and return to the real world. Find it. ＂

"Yes...... Yes...... The werewolf youth kept repeating his name, and he had to pay attention to the instructions of the great teacher, so he had more difficulty answering.

However, in the confusion, he still subconsciously searched around, trying to find the so-called spell fire beside him. He couldn't even remember what the spell fire was, but since the Great Teacher Clarna said so, let's go find it.

Then he realized that the small, orange-yellow glow of the fireball was very different from the whole world of scarlet-eyed spicy eyes, and it was behind Bedeville. Maybe there wasn't a difference between up and down, left and right, but he thought it was right behind it.

He seemed to be able to feel the faint warmth it was emanating.

"Hold it. Give it orders and let it take you out of chaos. The big teacher continued.

Hold?

"But...... No hands. ＂

From the moment he had just found himself in the body at all. His existence, in this [chaos], is only a [point]. There is neither a body, nor eyes, nor limbs at all. He's just a self-aware [point] in the red world.

He's just a point where even existence has become ambiguous, how can he reach out and hold something?

"Listen," seemed aware of Bediwell's confusion, and the Grand Teacher Clarna continued:

"[Chaos] is actually a quantum ocean. Everything here is a continuum of quantum random data.

[Chaos] is in a lower dimension than us, but it uses low-dimensional data to interpret our entire universe. To put it simply, the [holographic universe] projected by the data within [Chaos] forms the true face of the world we live in. Now in the midst of chaos, you may seem to have no body, but in fact your body has already taken shape and has always existed. You just have to imagine it.

Imagine a body that you can't see, can't feel, but actually exists. In this way, you will be able to hold the fire of spells in front of you with your invisible hand. ＂

The difficulty is very high.

But do you have to do it?

Bediwell wondered. Maybe he wasn't the kind of person with a lot of imagination in the first place, and he tried his best to think about it, but he didn't feel the difference at all. Still, the mere idea of "wanting to hold the fireball in front of you" made sense, and he eventually managed to "hold" it, allowing it to move from side to side with the thought of moving it.

"I ...... I guess hold it...... Bediwell replied uncertainly.

"Good. You think it's held, it's held. Clarna replied, "What matters is [the idea], not [the phenomenon].

Now, then, pray for the spell fire in your hand. ＂