Ake is dying.

Die.

There are so many people in the world who seek eternity, and for him, it is something that is born.

But he's going to die.

Who wouldn't die?

His friend was on his way, and he tried to warn him, but the reality didn't allow it.

The night shrouded the four fields, and the thickest ink color smeared the starry sky, even in the year of the starfall, whether there was a little light that could penetrate this thick barrier.

In the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, Ake's whole body was hung up like a bundle of meat.

It's too late.

He was going to die, and he wouldn't have had that opportunity before he died.

Maybe in other worlds, my mother wouldn't have appeared so early, or would have been more tolerant of me?

Are you kidding..

This woman is so cruel.

Ah, I know, she's not my mother at all.

The body that was pierced by the hated god two years ago was worn on a thorn spear this time, and history is such a coincidence.

Being able to retrieve fragmentary memories has drained all of Ake's experience and time.

Of course, as long as he still has a breath, he has a reason - he will definitely be able to unify the entire paradise and let the gods and civilizations shine for themselves for several epochs.

Unfortunately, this is all based on the premise that she did not come back.

"Poof. ”

Black-red blood adhered to the corners of the sunny boy's mouth, and the thick blood scab was like a sickly lipstick applied to it, covering his chin and half of his neck.

Thorns roam freely through the body, penetrating the spine from the limbs and up the brain stem.

Physical bondage is nothing, it's just a formality.

Time has passed, and now Acre has the confidence to compete with the hated gods and then fight and win.

A sharp weapon in the body?

It's as weak as a toy gun in a child's hand.

But he couldn't leave here.

He was tied to a huge platform and hung high on the highest part of the tower of Paradise, like a flagpole.

The Mother of All Things is nearby.

As long as this woman is still standing here, then it is impossible for her to get away.

Just kidding, who can stand up to this world?

No one.

Maybe [SoRaPh] can, but whether that kind of thing exists or not is two theories.

The candles, the crowns, the gods, were like papier-mâché in front of him—no, they were made of foam, and they needed to be taken care of so that they wouldn't break.

Themselves are just bait.

He willingly became bait, and deceived his friends for the great mother, betrayed the gods who bowed down to him, abandoned his precious dignity and personality, and stayed like bait on a fishing rod to blow the wind in this damned place.

。。 Let me live for a while longer. Magpie..

I'm sorry - I'm sorry.

It's a cunning thing to say, but I can only say I'm sorry.

I can't fall here.

I, grey at this time, still have unfinished business to be done, and for this, whether it is my dignity, my life, or my personality, I can take it as I please.

- "Tearing" blood spilled from the wound, and the fine blade cut through the grid-like boxy gap, depicting a modernist sketch on the tattered body.

The broken flesh and blood clinged to the blurred body, swaying in the wind, looking more and more desolate.

Ake was like the hands of a sundial, and his shadow fell on the huge golden ring that covered the entire top of the tower.

The importance of this place is to Paradise what the huge corpse is to the School Garden, but at this time, only three living consciousness bodies still exist here.

Alas..

The gods of Paradise are almost dead, but after this time, how many will survive?

Ake smiled bitterly, and even had the strength to worry about his nominal "subordinate".

Really. If you all die, what will I do with the world?

Please. Please live.

If you can't do it, you will run away and leave this crazy world.

Because it won't be long before there will be no room for living creatures in this world.

The gods are goddamn bastards, though.

But Ark couldn't smile at their demise.

It's as if a rich person can watch a poor refugee beg for food and feel the joy of a sense of superiority. But he can't be happy in a situation where everyone in the world starves to death and only himself survives.

Black Swan - or something else, in short, let's just use "she" to describe it.

"She" no longer believes in the tricolor and is even ready to take matters into her own hands.

There is no reason for this!

This...

Suddenly, Ake stopped complaining inwardly.

A huge throbbing gushing from the source of life came out of his heart, and his mind that had sunk in torment was a little clearer.

“。。 Hehe.... ”

He started laughing.

Pain and supernatural darkness robbed him of his ability to perceive, but what did it matter?

What was the great damned "mother" thinking, how could she not understand as her good son?

Just a momentary premonition. This high mood.

The sound of the tide beats the heart.

He's coming?

Maybe you're looking forward to seeing me again.

It's a pity.

What awaits you is something that I don't know how to describe.

The world is coming to an end—if there is no external force to intervene, then all the nearby starlight will be extinguished in the next thousand years, and then the entire star field.

Perhaps the black swan is long dead, replaced by something that has been dormant for more than 30 million years.

It hides behind the layers of history, cocooning, spreading, growing, until it is everywhere.

I don't know the source, I don't know the end.

It inherits the "coat" of a real black swan, and even blends in with it after wearing it for a long time.

The great expanse of [SoRaPh] must not have expected this, right?

If the last crash had been successful, it might not have been in such a bad situation. - If we have failed in the past, then there may be room for redemption.

Indecision?

No, it just can't be done.

If the pathogen can be eliminated by cutting off the hands and feet, there are still many people who have the courage to make a sacrifice.

But what if you want to cut off your head?

Forget it, let's live for a while anyway, it's a day to live.

Ake's memories had long since been shattered by repeated ravages, but there was still something indelible imprinted in his mind.

Like what.. The figure that tumbled in the chaos was born in the center of the sphere.

Arrows from beyond the infinite time and space punishing the world with capital punishment.

At the moment of birth, it was judged to be taboo and brutally erased.

This is very unjust and the most just treatment - for the sake of the common people.

For the sake of balance.

Can...

Large, angular claws protruded from the black, blurred mass, heading directly at the arrows that pierced the cosmos.

Syllable.

The latter burst open like a bubble in an instant.