While I was away, something happened here, and people, who were already not normal, developed more serious lesions. Outside the window, the increasingly scarlet, blood-like huge sphere looks like the moon, but in fact, in it, there is a phantom of nightmare Las Vegas. It was as if it was something like this, signaling the approach of the deepest night. When the peninsula is caught in a storm, the weather becomes equally grim in the nightmare of the deepest night, with a large amount of ash falling from the sky, and the sky sometimes burning, releasing layers of magnificent and terrifying rainbow light, just like what you see after taking Paradise.

All these abnormal changes are the culprits that induce people to have lesions. And people are eroded not only mentally, but also physically, and people who can't resist have produced some disturbing changes in some parts of the body, even if they are not directly presented on the surface, but they must be vaguely felt.

There is also a voice like a whisper, like an auditory hallucination, faintly echoing in the ears, lest it tell some indescribable information without confusion, so that people can more deeply understand this kind of catastrophic change that happened to them.

These phenomena are too similar to the side effects of taking "Paradise" to make me feel the slightest surprise or surprise. In the case of the Peninsula Psychiatric Hospital, all the patients who entered the nightmare of the deepest night were because they took the new medicine of the seminar, and the new medicine of the seminar was obtained in the process of studying "Paradise", the product of a certain stage, and in the end, the illusion seen by taking "Paradise" had too many similarities with the scene of the nightmare of the deepest night in front of them, which is completely understandable.

The mysteries I have come into contact with are deeply and intricately linked to each other, and it seems that the result of the last mystical event is the cause of the next mystical time. Sometimes it's not just the result. And just "the occurrence of one mysterious event" is enough to be the trigger for the next mysterious event. Moreover, their states, processes, and observable phenomena will show a high degree of similarity and correlation.

In the depths of the night there was an unusual change, one that was too complex and unpredictable to comprehend. And just being panicked by people, such a sight is also a common occurrence in mysterious events in the past.

In the past, there were people who were skilled at reassuring people's minds to adjust the mentality of these victims, and there were priests of the Doomsday Shinrikyo who took the opportunity to preach their faith, but now I am the only one standing in front of these patients.

The humanoids hadn't comforted them before, and naturally they wouldn't do the same. Now that I am back in the depths of the night, in this chapel. At this moment, only I can help these people. I knew that I would never be able to save everyone, and that even if I wanted to do something, I couldn't guarantee that I could do it.

But if it's just talking...... If it were just words, it would have temporarily stopped them from being so miserable. Comfort to their hearts before they are destroyed by the inevitable calamity. If you can continue to have any hope of survival, even if it is just to get some false peace, then I am the only one here who can do this, and I am willing to do it.

Those who are now in the chapel. Far more than the last time I sent it. How did they arrive, were they from this gathering place, or were they outsiders? Are they the natives in the nightmare, or are they themselves presented by the consciousness of the patients at the Peninsula Psychiatric Hospital? These answers are not so important to me. When I saw their horror, they were left with only one identity.

They need a strong arm. However, my arms are actually not that strong. Even so, if they can't find someone else to lean on, then let them listen to me.

"Although there seems to be a lot of 'future', there is only one that will be stepped on in the end, and the 'past' proves it. Therefore, this 'future' that will eventually be stepped on, and which will eventually become the 'past', is the embodiment of fate. "I shouted to all the overwhelmed people in the hall.

My voice, overpowering everyone's voice, made their actions stop and look at me.

With such a feeling. I hugged them one by one, comforted them, pulled the hand of the woman who was hiding her face, and gazed with peace and pity at the half of the face that had become a little terrifying. I took out food and water and handed it to the frightened child, feeding the baby who was crying for abandonment. With a sincere heart, reveal the softest places in your heart to everyone.

I don't think that's wrong.

"Fate exists, fate is unchangeable, if fate changes, it is only a fateful change of fate." I said, "However, no one can be sure that it is their destiny until it comes and becomes a thing of the past." ”

I threw away the long knife and removed my hood, revealing my face. I don't care where the food and water come from, where the people here come from. I put the baby back in the bassinet and placed the bassinet on the bench. I stroked the child's head and patted the man on the shoulder. I kiss a woman's forehead, whether she looks young or old, beautiful or ugly.

One by one, I walked past them and told them about their fate.

"So, don't be afraid." I spoke softly, earnestly meeting their strange gaze, which I was not afraid of, even if it brought only ominousness. I don't care what they're thinking, I just want to do what I think I have to do, and I tell them everything I think I have to say to them.

And they, for a moment, put aside their fearful panic like headless flies, and began to listen quietly.

"Fear does not change fate." I walked up to them and hugged one of the women whose face was covered, as if some kind of change had been made in that face, her body was cold and trembling, she wanted to push me away, but I held me tightly, feeling her weakness and resistance, as if I could hear her pain, sadness and helplessness. Until she didn't say no more and gently hugged me.

I said to her, and to all those present, "Maybe there is nothing that can change fate, but, before the future becomes a thing of the past." No one can know what their destined future is...... This may be the mercy of fate. If we are bound to face the end times, then we will never know what the end times will look like and what will happen to us until the end is a thing of the past. If there really is an apocalyptic truth, then. I believe that this is the true apocalyptic truth. ”

Doomsday Truth...... I never imagined that one day, I would speak to these helpless people in such words. However, I can't think of more words to put what I want to express into their hearts. No matter where it is, as long as the end is coming. Words like "the truth of the end times" will become more powerful than any other word. In itself, it is a strength.

I used to reject such power, but now, I can't help but use it.

Because, I'm just a clumsy person, and I can only parrot and imitate those who can convince others.

"When the 'doomsday' of the future becomes the 'past', it is an unpredictable fate. I don't know where I'm going; In the same way, when the future 'we' becomes the 'past'. Our future is still uncertain, and we don't know where we're going. I hugged the patients in the chapel one by one and told them, "Don't give up hope, don't give up perseverance, don't give up dreams, don't think about yourself." I will definitely be abandoned, and I will give up all the good things. For until the outcasts become a thing of the past, you cannot be sure that you will be destined to be the outcasts. ”

I said out loud. It's like trying to contain all the emotions in your heart in such a voice. Although such expressions seem pale to me, the expressions of others are telling me that what is pale to me is what they desire to them.

"Destiny exists, and perhaps there is a destiny called irretrievable. But it must be presented to us in the form of 'past' for it to become the truth. ”

So, when the end becomes a thing of the past, it will become the truth. But until it actually arrives and becomes a thing of the past, it will remain a terrifying apparition.

"Therefore, if the end is the truth, it must not be the observable 'truth of the future,' but must not be confirmed until it becomes the 'past.'" And since someone has to confirm it and verify it as true, there must be someone who can survive the moment when the end becomes a thing of the past. ”

I looked around at everyone in the chapel.

"Our destiny has already been predestined, but we are human beings, so we cannot observe and determine which future is the future we are destined for."

I stood in front of the pulpit in the chapel, and the patients stared at me, with that eerie, glass-brittle calm, and sat back on the bench, and continued to listen to me.

"If you think that there is a terrible future that is inevitable, then you can only prove yourself right when it becomes a 'thing of the past'. And now, are you going to abandon everything you have now for the sake of such a terrible future that cannot be proven right away? ”

There was no one in the chapel but my voice.

I know that a large part of their madness is not that they feel abnormal and despair about it, but that the mystery of this anomaly in the depths of the night forcibly erodes them with despair. They are passive, and this passivity is not something I can reverse.

And such madness, fear, and despair are in themselves a manifestation of extreme suffering. I've experienced this pain firsthand, and I feel the same way for them, so—

If there is a small part in their hearts that can light a bonfire of hope and make them no longer so cold and hopeless, it must be something I can ignite.

I just told them with that expectation. I am not a qualified speaker, but I have heard sermons from Doomsday Shinrito fanatics, Father Sissen, and Father Edward. I reject "Doomsday Shinrikyo", however, if we use "Doomsday Shinrikyo" methods, we can alleviate the suffering of some of these patients......

I put my hand on my left chest, in the position of my heart, and remembered the meaning of Father Sissen's words about the truth of the end, and recalled the apocalyptic circumstances of the past, when the believers of the Doomsday Shinrito religion, with beautiful and fanatical expressions, believed in that truth, and then died before my eyes.

I don't believe in anything, and even if I don't believe in anything, I won't drown in despair. But if someone needs faith to have hope, to try to struggle in despair and pain. So......

I would like to be a priest and speak about a faith that I don't have.

The apocalyptic truth of the faith of the Doomsday Shinrikyo religion has different contents in the old days of the Big Three, in the days of the Mar Jones family, in the hearts of the priests of the past, in the hearts of Father Sissen and Father Edward today, and in the eyes of the Netball. The way in which they are expressed and received is also different.

Therefore, although what I am talking about is also called "doomsday truth", it is not exactly the same as the "doomsday truth" in other people's mouths.

From the perspective of "fate" as I understand it, I depict such a "possible apocalypse", and the reason why this "not yet the past, but only the coming end" has become the truth is not the inevitability of the end itself, but the meaning of "becoming the past".

The end of the future, which cannot be the past, but exists only in the future and in the present, can neither be a "predestined fate" nor the true truth - and this is the truth of the end. This is my last truth.

Although I am well aware that such words and thoughts are nothing more than words to me. However, others clearly need it.

Compared to such apocalyptic truths, all promises pale in comparison to be believed.

The patients sat on the benches, and under my gaze, some gazed at the symbols on the altar behind me, and some hung their heads as if in prayer. The cries, the shouts, the frenzied things, little by little disappeared in the chapel. Before my eyes, the chapel was calm, and there was a ghost called "Strange" roaming around everyone. I began to hear their voices, what they were saying, what they were saying, something as if they were speaking to me, but I couldn't understand their language anymore. (To be continued......)