Every story will usher in its ending.

But not every ending will reveal all the mysteries.

Many times, the truth of the facts is often outside the ending.

And perhaps, it is precisely because of the ending that these truths have a more heart-warming magic, and then in the end, they become the will to control human behavior.

The fingertips, moving slightly, gradually, touched the truth beyond the end.

Behind that tan mask, an unknown face.

The Adam's apple rolled down violently, and even now, there was still a strong sense of betrayal, which made Kazama's fingertips slow down hesitantly.

It has nothing to do with beauty or ugliness, or even about men and women, it is not the essence of the truth, but only the moral baggage of acting without the consent of others.

"What's wrong? Do you have a thief's heart and no thief's guts? ”

Beside him, there was a silver bell-like joke, ringing out of place.

Kazama glared fiercely at Sakura, who was still crouching in front of him, staring at him slyly.

Then, suddenly, something passed through those unfocused eyes.

There is no need for words, just, just looking at each other, eyes that can be interpreted.

A hint of vigilance welled up in my heart.

However, the fingertips that are close to the truth have already touched something delicate and soft.

Then, before Kazama had time to react, it turned into a sharp stinging pain.

"Hey, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts......"

The right hand, reflexively retracted, and the left hand, which suddenly regained its freedom.

The black shadow flashed quickly.

The tall figure, ghostly, stands in front of Kazama Shoyu.

Silent.

Busy sucking the blood that flowed from his fingertips, Kazama raised his head in a panic.

The mask is still mysterious, hiding the expression that cannot be seen.

When the expression and language are hidden, all emotions are carefully contained under the black clothing.

Everything is like under the fog, there is no truth or falsehood, no joy and anger.

"Hmm...... That ......"

The air, suddenly a little embarrassed.

For a moment, there was a long-lost silence that rippled in the air.

Only the sound of the pages wafting in the air, telling that the battle was still fierce in the sky.

"Hmm...... What a boring two guys......"

A faint voice broke the silence, Sakura Bai stood up with a bored face, and beckoned casually, and the gorgeous book that seemed to be like a cube, the "Dark Bible", appeared in her hand.

There is a faint brilliance, slowly, rising from the exquisite cover.

A coercion began to be slowly released, like a king who had finally woken up.

"Since you're all awake, let's leave early, library, but it's going to be closed."

No polite thanks, no euphemisms, only, most direct, suggestions?

Although Kazama Yangyu doesn't like those vanity and wrongful and roundabout styles, but in the face of such a merciless eviction order, he can only use words to describe his mood at the moment.

But wait......

Like, there's something missing......

"That...... Isn't it true that slaying dragons is just the first mission? The second task ......"

Although I don't really want to go to that book world again, there are some things that people will always care about.

"It's done, it's done when you and I are parting from life and death."

Gently rubbing the huge, ancient book in her hand, Sakura Shiro spoke casually, taking her own steps as if she were dancing an unknown dance.

"Uh......"

Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, it is impossible to refute......

The dreamlike memories between the true and the false, frame by frame, as if they were watching flowers, quickly passed through Kazama's mind.

Spillover, a little bit of warmth.

"But...... That's just a casual way to do it...... Wouldn't it be inconsistent with the truth of history......"

In that situation, that kind of situation, has completely lost his mind, and in the situation dominated by emotion, Kazama has long forgotten his original intention, and only followed his own consciousness to the final ending......

Is that the ending really, really, the real ending......

What if, instead of choosing to be martyred, the real Jerimir in history turned the tide through the unequaled secret method, or saved the girl named Yin by praying for a miracle from the gods...... Or is Jerimir just a scumbag, and after the death of the girl who died for himself, he turned to fly with the cute and delicate Vivi...... And finally, suggestively, the one that emits a soft glow, the Dragon Balls......

Is everything really the truth of what you have experienced?

"Don't doubt it. Do not doubt the truth of fate. ”

Unexpectedly, a low and serious tone.

Slowly stopping the movement of rubbing the huge book, Sakura Bai raised her head, but did not look at the other party, just looked at the distant sky, in that clear blue, the clouds that were constantly unfolding.

"When the gears of fate first bite and turn, all the stories, all the truths, are already predestined. In the face of the Heavenly Dao, all resistance is futile. Therefore, even if you feel that it is the truest you and the most instinctive reaction, in the eyes of the Heavenly Dao, you are just taking a long-planned step on the path of destiny. What you do is the most authentic historical ......"

Belch......

There is a kind, inexplicable, lost, and unwilling, rising from the bottom of the heart of the wind and the feather.

After all, it's as if someone is saying, "No matter how hard you struggle, no matter how hard you try, in fact, everything is a foregone conclusion, and even your ridiculous resistance like an ant is only one part of this sad fate."

If this is really the case, then in life, why fight and struggle in vain...... Although even this kind of renunciation is calculated by the so-called Heavenly Dao, at least in this way, there will be no pain and no hesitation...... Move with your heart, do what you like, live the life you like, don't have the luxury of owning the whole sky, just ask, do it spontaneously, and have a clear conscience......

Thinking like this, Kazama's eyes suddenly began to dim, not so much dim as convergence.

It's like a calm lake, after experiencing the magnificent waves, returning to it, and the heart is like stopping water.

There was an eerie calm, overflowing from the silver eyes.

In the depths of the body, suddenly, there was a slight sound, and something arched out from the source of the person that had not been paid attention to for a long time.

It's like a seed buried deep in the ground, which finally broke out of its shell at the moment when the spring rain came.

"The eyes look at the nose, the nose looks at the mouth, the mouth looks at the heart, holds the yuan and keeps the oneness, turns the heaven and the earth into the invisible, lives forever and sees for a long time, and establishes all things in the destiny."

The long-lost mantra gradually sounded in the bottom of Kazama Yangyu's heart, and his divine consciousness slowly began to sink into his body.

The pulse vibrates, the blood rushes, the alveoli open and close, and even the bones squeeze...... Everything is clearly captured.

Then, the "boom" exploded.

The divine consciousness suddenly turned into a white light and swept towards the depths of Kazama Yangyu's body.

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White.

Endless white.

It's not a familiar place, it's not a familiar memory.

There is no sky, no earth, only the vast white.

and, a large, translucent sphere suspended silently in mid-air.

Like a sea urchin, eleven sharp spikes protruded evenly.

In the middle of each sharp thorn, there is a small ray of light bound in it, red, yellow, blue, green, blue, indigo, purple...... Eleven colors, corresponding to each other, eleven sharp thorns......

Originally, it was supposed to be like this, and it was called the "source of the person."

However, when did it start, unexpectedly, the twelfth sharp thorn appeared, and the twelfth beam.

Flame-like, golden eyes.

At this moment, Kazama raised his feather in front of the source of the personality in a daze, and thought of this terrifying existence.

It represents the presence of absolute power.

That terrible color now abruptly exists in the source of its own person.

One section plunged deep into the newly grown spikes, while the other section turned into a churning dragon in the middle of the sphere, chasing and entwining with the other knightly rays.

It's like a group of innocent children, frolicking freely in their own sky.

However, it is clear that this new child is not very well received by the other children, no matter how hard it tries to get along with the other children, whether it is chasing or entanglement, always, it is deliberately distanced.

Is it fear, or alienation?

Reaching out with pity, Kazama's fingertips gently touched the sharp thorn that shone with golden light, and then pressed it slowly.

There was blood, red blood, oozing from the fingertips, and then, rapidly, seeping into the goldenness.

As if to give encouragement, or perhaps with the approval of the adults, the other eleven rays of light, which had been a little cowering, suddenly began to move closer to the golden again, and then, quickly, began to frolic unscrupulously.

Twelve rays of light, including golden, finally merged completely, and the dazzling light filled the entire world in an instant.

A strange force, suddenly, poured out from the depths of his body.

In an instant, he danced violently, like a tide, rushing towards his limbs.

In the darkness, a scarlet blood light spread out without warning, and suddenly, like a flower.

The crimson eyes, as if they were demon pupils from the Nine Hells, opened with countless ghost-like screams.

A sickening, strong smell of blood quickly spread.

"Hungry...... I...... I'm so hungry......"

A low, rugged voice, with, weak, hoarse, emanated from the throat.

It is like a peerless beast that has gradually awakened from thousands of years of sleep......