BGM: Abnormal State of Events (Monogatari Series)

Corpse.

There was no doubt that there was a corpse in front of him.

That's rightfully so.

It is not normal to survive the bombardment of Antarctica.

But.. If that's the case, there shouldn't be a corpse left.

It should be burned.

Turned to ashes.

Magpie's gaze looked at the human nature curled up in front of him, as if he was caught in some kind of thought.

The moment this thing appeared, he did feel threatened.

Yes, threats.

And not hostility.

Instead of killing intent.

Just the power of the black swan in the form of its color, the threat posed by its color.

Although the problem of quantity is not huge, it is enough to make him vigilant.

Que was confident that his reconstructed mental defense stance would prevent a repeat of the previous bad situation, but he still did it to be safe.

So close to the human form. Lost the breath of life?

Wait a minute

Why did I kill it?

It's clear that I didn't kill it.

Magpie looked at the corpse in front of him, with patches of cracked and shrunken black skin scattered on it.

It looks like the only skin left after the things inside have shrunk and stuck to the bones.

The tall skeleton curled up in a ball like a rod for drying clothes.

This man may have been a tough warrior in front of him.

Look at the body type, it is a giant man who can stand up to three meters.

But now, there is no liquid in its body.

Was it killed by a black swan?

Yes.

Kill them and send them to yourself.

The magpie only felt its fragility, as if it would shatter at the touch of it.

You can vaguely smell the despair of the other party in front of him when facing the unknowable.

In the face of the Mother of All Things, he was judged to be dead without even being qualified to communicate.

End.

Magpie's furrowed eyebrows returned to flattening.

"I see. ”

"I recognize it. ”

At first, I felt a sense of absence and familiarity when I saw this corpse.

It's as if a god has lost some believer.

Magpie is certainly not a god.

But the All-Knowing and Almighty is.

But now the all-knowing and all-powerful can be counted as magpies.

So.. About the body of the things in front of you.

Now there is finally an answer.

The person in front of you.

It's called Riel Melon.

It is a powerful warrior of the Half-Plane attached to the main material plane, a confederation of indigenous tribes.

After encountering betrayal, he was guided by Magpie on the path of destruction and revenge.

It was a gratifying story, and the latter finally embarked on the right path in life after being confused.

He gave him a second chance, which made Magpie feel more and more kindness and kindness.

At that time, it was only an attempt to limit the imaginary enemy number one, the immortal conspirator in the eyes of the magpie, the omniscient and all-powerful.

It ended in a farce.

However, this is not the case for that half-plane.

After a short silence.

A faint light lit up from the magpie's fingertips, an imperceptible light shining on the corpse.

In Magpie's eyes, many transparent fragments slowly drifted out of the black corpse residue.

In contrast to the ugly and disgusting shrunken inorganics, the fragments shone with a clear and transparent light.

It is reminiscent of the appearance of a stream in the countryside.

The moon and stars are reflected.

Shaking endlessly.

Magpie raised his left hand and pointed his index finger to the center of the shattered mirror.

As if pointing at some kind of barrier, the next moment, these colorful fragments flew apart, forming a vivid and vivid picture.

Magpie used his abilities to examine the corpse, and found the remaining information on it.

Thoughts that surround you, past experiences.

The established world lines and messages entangle around it, guiding it to the established path.

Send it to yourself.

Although the technique of channeling and counter-summoning failed, Magpie still gained some information and knowledge.

These allowed him to vaguely perceive the causal lines that seemed to be there and that were not there.

Thin but tough.

Trillions – no, more.

It's a nebula-like mist.

The corpse in front of him had no ability to break free from these threads.

Or rather, once broke free.

Magpie had given him - no, it was the strength that Melon himself paid for his life and personality.

This saved him from sinking into his subordinates, or being rightfully hacked to death with a reckless revenge.

He killed the enemy.

He took out the naysayers.

He took out the hostile technological civilization.

He was invincible along the way.

He unified the world.

He led countless believers to pray to the Great Almighty, but he did not know that it was only a temporary bubble fabricated by the magpie, which was not effective, and the connection with the magpie was too delicate.

The belief of the entire half-plane, Magpie only felt a little disobedience after the source died.

And then.. Soon after.

The melon is found by black.

Killed mercilessly, without even communication and explanation.

There was no reason, or rather, he was not qualified enough to know the reason.

And then the world—no, this bubble that is macroscopically attached to the main material plane, like a soap bubble of its own space.

It's like a soap bubble, disappearing into the multiverse with a "pop".

The body was sent here.

Sent here.

Why?

But why?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong.

Does this cost you anything?

Warn?

No, that's child's play.

So why?

Magpie silently flipped through the scroll in front of him, repeatedly looking for any details that he had missed.

He felt bad.

I feel sorry for myself.

Black..

After all, why was Black able to break through his own defenses?

It's so abnormal.

Theoretically, it is impossible to do such a thing, and the only thing that can do such a thing is within the scope of one's own permission, and it is recognized by oneself as an existence other than relatives and partners.

If it is an adversary in the true sense of the word, no matter how powerful it is, it is impossible to do such a thing directly without even confrontation.

Jump over all barriers.,Go straight to your own weakness.,Drag the existence called [Magpie] into the illusion.。。

Not even the legendary SoRaPh is impossible.

Unless.. The other party is the one who is recognized by oneself.

Again, this is not possible.

Could it be an acquaintance of the All-Knowing Almighty?

No, if that were the case, Lily would have brought it up to herself.

At least such an intimate existence, it is impossible to completely useless intersect.

Magpie has fully embraced the memory of the All-Knowing Almighty.

In a sense, "oneself" has trusted someone in his life.

Only the cheap apprentice was by his side.

This has been the case throughout.

There's no room for anyone else to get involved.

So why exactly?

Could it be someone else?

b No, they didn't make it here.

The magpie spreads out its palm, and the lines on it are clearly visible.

I thought I had already known my self and past, but once again I fell into the clouds of the unknown.

Black..

Black..

There was a hint of pain on the magpie's face.

Loss.

A sense of emptiness.

Loneliness.

It's as if something very important has been forgotten.

By oneself. Lost it.