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There seemed to be countless disturbances and chaos in time and space, and the tumbling chaos had lost its clear edges and outlines.

Here, it is as if all concepts no longer have any meaning. For this is the immensity beyond all worlds, the ultimate void beyond all planets, beyond all universes, beyond all existence—

This place does not even exist in the entire infinite world of the past, present, and future, but can only be said to be an extension of the "box" beyond time.

This is because the so-called infinite is not "nothing" in the absolute sense.

After all, there is one thing to understand first, and that is that in order for the infinite to be infinite, the finite must be defined. It is because things have an end that the infinite can be observed.

- But here, however, is the abyss in which all dimensions dissolve into absolute existence.

Compared with the narrow, rigid and objective world composed of limited causal connections and three-dimensional logic, this is the "outside" of the entire multiverse, the "other side" where Providence is located.

In a world where there is no way to break free from the shackles of the laws of cause and effect and the laws of physics, what people think is paradoxical, contradictory, and abnormal is taken for granted here, and there is no absurdity in the slightest.

Because here everything is complete, there is nothing, which affirms everything and negates everything, and is the place where everything begins and ends at the same time.

The vortex of the root of all that is all-gone, the supreme seat of all-knowing and all-powerful.

It is the place where all the causes are recorded, the seat of the Creator who made this world. It was here that the beginning of the creation of all things, known as Genesis, took place.

On the first day, God created the world.

Where there is no concept of nothingness, there is creation of being and non-existence.

The next day, God divides order and chaos.

Defining freedom and unfreedom determines the fundamental general direction, weaving a river of cause and effect called fate.

On the third day, God adjusts the subtle values.

Delicate and tedious assignments bring great variety.

On the fourth day, God allowed the flow of time.

The explosive expansion of information gave birth to the primordial soup, and life began to multiply on its own.

On the fifth day, God looked into every corner of the earth.

After billions of years, the world has opened up very ideally, and God loves this world dearly.

On the sixth day, God rested.

The world spends tens of billions of time with light.

Then, it's the seventh day.

God other than God...... It's coming.

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Beyond the extension of the form woven into this ultimate void of nothingness beyond the well-known space and time, Mu Xiu's consciousness is absolute existence.

It is a greater reality, an ineffable reality that transcends time and space.

Everything is in place here, so there is nothing, but he is able to experience a series of changing perceptions, and give them various changes and corresponding meanings.

The position in which he stands is constantly changing, and even he himself has an ever-changing form, but this constantly changing feeling is only due to the imagination generated by his absolutely complete self and intellect.

It was as if I heard a crisp bell ring somewhere, and I couldn't feel the heat and cold anymore, and the temperature seemed to disappear—

Something whizzed past him at great speed, but it made him feel comfortable and gentle.

Those were the things he had experienced before, unforgettable. Countless warm memories dissolved, spread, and surrounded him. The countless stars inside are countless precious memories.

In all the timelines, all the parallel worlds, all the universes, everything in the past and the future, Mu Xiu can see them all. He coexists with all time and is connected to all space.

He is no longer a man, he is an innumerable person, and he appears in many places at the same time-

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Somewhere in the distant past, on that beautiful planet that shone blue and was familiar, it was the 21st of the month.

A boy named Mu Xiu entered the White Emperor Academy in the dead of night, walked through the shadowy woods, crossed the roads in the campus, and carefully avoided the girl's search and entered the faculty office.

However, at the same moment, for some reason, a vague shadow equal to Mu Xiu, on the earth of another parallel world, held aloft the Holy Grail indifferent call, the fire of the red lotus fell from the sky, and the power of the gods burned the order of the entire planet.

And here, there is the existence of a third Musiu, who is in the place where all the causes are rolling, the supreme seat where the Creator is located.

And that's more, in other places, in a chaos that is swirled and intertwined by countless world threads, woven into the ultimate spiral of fate in the storm that rolls up, there are still countless existences—

And not one, but an infinite number.

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In all kinds of worlds, so many stories of oneself, the endless number and the vast and terrifying diversity, just like the people in this "seat", he is the same.

There are countless "Muxiu" distributed in countless planes.

These planes may belong to every period in Earth's history, whether it is known years or those that are only suspected of possibility. Even those distant times beyond all knowledge, skepticism, and even credibility.

But some space-time belong to other planets, other galaxies, other galaxies, and even other cosmic continuums. From one world to another, from one universe to another.

There is no need to distinguish between what is absolutely self in itself, there is no logical order in the state of this aggregation, and it is impossible to distinguish which ones are original and which ones are added later.

Because each "Mu Xiu" is an absolutely different individual without any difference, and because they are all exactly the same existence, there is no so-called method of discrimination.

The individual being has completely lost its meaning, and in some incredible way, he is aware of an infinite number of selves.

The ultimate concept of infinite existence and self is "God" in the true sense of the word, in which all is and in all that exists.

It is not just one thing that exists in a space-time continuum, but the ultimate source that gives concept and meaning to infinite existence.

Ultimately, it is an absolute immensity that has no limits and transcends both imagination and mathematical logic.

So—

So now.

This consciousness called "Mu Xiu" is about to do what needs to be done.

In an instant, it roared and burned like thunder, and with the impact of seemingly endless power, it was always a chaotic pitch black, and it was split.

It was as if countless suns, countless worlds, and countless universes in different dimensions and different time and space were all gathered at one point at the same time, and they seemed to be combined together, and they exploded in an instant with endless rage.

With an unstoppable momentum to destroy everything that stands in the way of this force, everything that is in place is also broken and disintegrated in this frenzy.

A dance of destruction swept through the chaos, and the confrontation between the new gods and the Creator was going on as ever.

Even in the face of this indescribable and unspeakable strange phenomenon, Mu Xiu still seemed to be completely unaffected, and he just asked softly:

"World, can't we talk about it properly?"

This flat voice of inquiry, even the surging tide of thought, could not be overshadowed.

But what answered Mu Xiu was still a surging tide of thought, and with it appeared a rhythm that was beyond the world, incomparably grandiose, incomparably sublime, as if the revelation was accompanied by a solemnity and solemnity like a god.

"From the past to the present, from the past to the future, I'm afraid it's really going to be entangled forever......," Mu Xiu whispered, his voice still calm, "but I have enough patience. ”

He said he was ready to weave this never-ending destiny.

Suddenly, the terrifying and heavy thought that hit came to an abrupt halt, followed by a brief silence, but this silence was full of indescribable and terrifying anticipation.

Immediately afterward, the current of thought surged again, letting Mu Xiu know that the other party had received his response, and he had also made up his mind.

From before to now, a long time passed slowly, and that time was unimaginable to the brain of any living being.

But after thousands or more confrontations, Mu Xiu still failed to defeat the other party, but the other party also did not achieve a final victory.

In this unobservable, distant world, two supreme beings who deny each other will probably never end in the future—

As always, it goes on like this.

This is true not only in the battlefield of the seat of the Creator who created the world, but also in countless other worlds, in countless timelines.

No matter how far apart they were in time and space, and how surprisingly many of the repeated confrontations were beyond the scope of counting, still no one was able to bring anyone to their knees.

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The cold wind was blowing outside the window.

It's already March, but it's still as cold as winter, and the end-of-school examination has ended, and the White Emperor Academy, which was originally not lively because of its huge area, has also become deserted.

Most of the students are either nested in the classroom or in the club room, and anyway, they are all on the heat, huddled in the room, and are not willing to go outdoors to get it.

In the empty atrium, only occasionally one or two students from the sports club run in and out of the playground, or from the nearby school buildings and dormitories.

Although the campus is planted with evergreen trees, the green lawn is also taken care of by special personnel, and it is already the beginning of spring, so it is impossible to snow again.

But—

"I still feel a cold and bleak feeling, and the campus seems to be getting more and more deserted."

Wearing cashmere gloves and leaning on the railing of the terrace, overlooking the scenery below the bell tower, Guidaisy couldn't help but speak. It doesn't seem to be talking to anyone, just talking to yourself.

"Lately, every time I see the scenery change outside the window, I feel the passage of time very vividly."

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“……”

"Reluctantly, Daisy-san?"

Mu Xiu sat on the sofa, holding the slightly hot tea that had just been brewed by the spring breeze thousand cherry blossoms, and looked at the familiar scene in the student union hall for a while, and then turned his face to look at the terrace.

"yes, there's always been a feeling of trance these days, as if it was before, it's about to be winter vacation, and I'm looking out from the bell tower, always thinking——"

Turning around, Gui Daisy smiled softly, and although her tone was still calm, there was a clear hint of trepidation in her voice.

"When the cherry blossoms bloom in the spring of next year, I'll be one level higher."

“……”

Mu Xiu was a little speechless, only feeling that there seemed to be a string in his heart, which was plucked.

There was an indescribable silence in the hall.

"The graduation ceremony is about to begin......

With a hint of melancholy tone, I don't know why it was very quiet today, and Fujido Lilycia, who was sorting out various documents, raised her head next to her and said softly.

“……”

“……”

There was silence again, and the atmosphere immediately became a little oppressive.

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