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

The sea will dry up one day, and the sky will capsize one day.

The flame will be extinguished one day, whether this light once belonged to you, me, or the world.

If one day even existence itself is accidentally erased by time, then the question of where should we go?—— is obviously meaningless.

Because the reality in which people live now has been filled with so-called existence, crowded and abnormal, and at the same time, there is a general overabundance of this world, so much so that it brings endless troubles and contradictions.

Yes, people, or other living creatures, they simply don't have the energy and the time to think about these empty and unrealistic things.

Even if you know that it is wrong, you will keep moving forward, until one day, you suddenly find that you can't stop, because the behavior you have been doing all the time has produced inertia, and this inertia pushes fate forward.

This way of survival is helpless, and it is also the reason why all things can go forward and continue to survive.

But putting aside the perspective of ordinary people, there are always things in this world that need to be considered and cannot be avoided, and they are metaphysical obstacles that cannot be overcome no matter what path sentient beings embark on.

Those who can't touch it will naturally not understand, but those who really light the flame will be uneasy about their own cognition and touch.

Even they can't help it.

"Candle flames" are as good as the mythological creators in various places.

But that's not the best thing.

The black-bearer crouched on the dirt floor, surrounded by trees that blocked out the sun's rays.

His head was bowed, his entire face was buried in shadow, and the rigid contours of his face were like a sketch of lead type, a face that made people feel depressed when they saw it.

The problem is not the contradiction between existences.

But.. Existence itself is the root of the disease.

The black-wielding man turned out a cigarette out of nowhere, bit it into his mouth, and spontaneously combusted without wind at the front end.

Dense smoke immediately enveloped his face, and his eyes were hidden behind the smoke.

At this time, the black bearer was not wearing the red and green military uniform full of the times, but changed into a white robe, and the strange style was like a tomb made of many papers, completely enveloping him.

The man slowly stood up from the ground, looking in a certain direction with a sense of feeling, and a supernatural scene was reflected in his dull pupils.

In the center of the picture, a tall figure wearing a mask crosses the continent, and in his heart, countless plants grow wantonly, devouring all inorganic and even inorganic matter, and spreading to the entire continent at a speed visible to the naked eye. Not far away is a new canyon, a terrain that seems to have been forcibly erased by some indescribable force.

Has it already started there ...

Then I'm pretty much going to do it.

After all, the innocent eyes of the armed police suddenly flashed with a sparkling glimmer, which was the light of his own will, the true brilliance of the flame, not the ordinary appearance in front of the magpie.

No one knows where the black-bearer will be.

There are no myths or urban legends about him.

When the transcendents cast their eyes on the remains of the creatures above the endless wilderness, they always couldn't help but feel fear and awe, and according to legend, in that wreckage, in the base camp of the academy, the school director has been planning multiple conspiracies.

Some of these conspiracies, which span almost a long period of time, have long been completed, while others are still ongoing. Even the rest of the candles will be jealous of the terrible side of the black-wielding ones in their eons of war.

No one knows where this person really is.

No one knows where he came from, where he's going, or what his purpose is. It's even completely vague about its personal information.,Even the paradise that is the old enemy of the school park.,There's very little knowledge about it.。

He's like a shadow from the beginning of history, like a shadow, well, always remembering that there is such an existence from time to time.

Now that the chairman has "disappeared", the blackster is a well-deserved supreme power in terms of rules and laws, and if he wants to, he can even dictate the entire human race.

It is such a great being who has infinite energy in his hands, and thousands of great powers in his body, and whose life thickness is almost equal to the history of the world, but at this time he is leaning against a tree in the forest, his eyes are empty, and he is smoking a cigarette.

Such a man who makes people feel unmotivated at a glance, as long as he is placed in the crowd, he will be subconsciously ignored. It is hard for anyone to imagine that he has the bearing of an accomplished supreme being.

The land beneath the feet of the Black Ruler is a remote place outside the jurisdiction of all forces, and there is no record of this place in Paradise or School Park.

Because this is not in the main plane at all, it is a small bubble attached to the vast territory of the main material plane.

A light curtain of strings of small text swiped in front of the eyes of the blackjack, like the flow of data at the bottom of a highly intelligent system.

[Half-Plane - Landing Aggregate Project • 01 Experimental Site]

[The highest sequence of human agents has been confirmed, and authorization is being made.。。。 】

[The record has been completed, the permission has been approved, and the central mind system will be happy to serve you.] 】

[All subjects have been registered, total: 39467831 Current synchronization rate: 99.9%]

Logging into the aggregate plan, one of the standby plans proposed by the very first batch of crowns, ranked fourteenth in priority.

Commonly known as the One Who All Things Are One

Now it has reached the point where it has to be used.

It also means the collapse of the first thirteen plans.

The black-bearer is hesitating.

There was nothing left to hesitate about, and he had been preparing for hundreds of millions of years for the success of this plan.

The people who participated in this great project are now either dead or have become part of the fuel for the project.

But.. Clearly, now is not the time.

The next "Collapse" is coming, if it fails to complete the plan before it awakens, then it will not even be able to escape, and all living creatures in this world will be erased as unstable factors, just like a hunter holding a shotgun to kill and injure his own mad domestic animal, there will be no psychological burden, and there will be no difficulty.

But.. Will there be a chance again this time?

Impossible.

This world has received enough bounty from the multiverse, and miracles cannot be renewed.

The blacksters don't dare to gamble, and if they don't get through it, all the plans will die in infancy and become a joke.

Or, if you die unexpectedly in the next era, you will also bury all the struggles you have had so far.

The black-bearer fell into a long silence, and after a long time, he suddenly exhaled a breath of turbidity, extinguished the cigarette in his hand, threw it to the ground, and crushed it with his foot.