The victors were born and died at the same time as their birth, but their victory was unquestionable.

It's impossible to calculate how long it took me to get out of the underground hall, and in this huge space, except for the outline of the walls, there is not much change, but other than that, all the factors that can make one know what kind of environment I am in have been deformed beyond common sense. I can compare the scene with my old memories, but I can't describe it in any language I know. The logic and rationality established in the past cannot accurately locate the relationship between themselves and this space. The completely incomprehensible phenomenon seems to have calmed down with the end of the battle, but it is completely unknown whether it has actually returned to calm on a more essential level. It's just that there is a faint feeling that can't be said, which makes people feel that there is some afterglow that is spreading in the dark.

Relying solely on observation and reasoning, it is simply impossible to leave this underground hall. As a place of ceremonies, it was meant to have many pathways, because the people who first entered it, including members of the Torchlight, outsiders like me, and the wizards of the Doomsday Shinrikyo walked the path that "humans" could enter and exit, and in ways that were inherent to "humans". But now, the road and the door, the objects and scenes with these two symbolic meanings, have completely disappeared before my eyes.

It's a strange feeling, and there is room to say something as angular as the "underground hall", but there is no "road" or "door", and it is impossible to organize an impression that is somewhat similar to the two in my mind. Normally, on a flat ground, as long as you can walk through, you can say that the place you walk through is the "road", but even such a broad definition cannot be organized in the underground hall at this moment.

If you haven't experienced it yourself, it must be difficult to understand, and even if you describe it in a large paragraph, it will still feel contradictory and unimaginable. But that's what I can see and feel now.

All the factors related to the concept of "time" have become meaningless, all the factors related to the concept of "space" have become incomplete as if they were missing a corner, and all the laws of things related to "logic" have become hazy and vague. I seem to be walking, I seem to be drifting, and many times I just feel like I'm sleepwalking, and in this case, I still know what I want to do, which direction I want to go in - as long as I have relevant thoughts, there will be a kind of guidance that seems to come from the underworld, guiding me in the way of "feeling".

Subsequently, I returned to the surface – relative to the surface of the underground hall. The landscape in all directions is still in a strange structure that seems to be enclosed, but extremely wide, and this large, enclosed environment is one of the most striking features of the ruins of the Ruling Bureau. I didn't look back, I kept walking forward, and kept walking upward, and after a while, I turned my head to look at the way I came, but there was no exit from the underground hall anymore, nor the labyrinth of structures outside the Torchlight camp. There was nothing, no formed buildings, no complex machinery, no spacious platforms, no twisted creations, which could only be described as "empty", as if a large piece had been erased from the center of a picture. What is the remaining "blank" is also incomprehensible to me. I don't know what will happen when I go back and enter that "blank" place again, but I don't want to go back at all.

The turmoil caused by the torchlight has not stopped to this day, and I can't help but feel tired. It was the first time I had felt this level of indescribable exhaustion. Many of the things that happened here were completely beyond my expectations, and it was as if my past knowledge was only the tip of the curtain. The despair and fear brought about by the "virus" in the past are completely different from the sense of despair at this time. When you do your best, can you really save others? In the past, I could easily have answered yes because it was the answer I was expecting. But now...... I could only say, "I've done my best," but I couldn't put the rest of the words into words, such as "I'm looking forward to a good outcome."

My plans have been skewed by what the Torchlight has done, but I can't really expect to correct it, and I'm sure others outside of myself are struggling with the flaws caused by this ritual.

Tomie is gone, and I can't feel the presence of "E", even though they are not always around me, but I used to feel that they were around, or rather, "inside". Compared to the "one by one" in the past, it is a completely different feeling from the "one by one" now. I felt empty, like I was filling inside myself, not flesh or anything, but nothing at all.

Standing here is only one "Takakawa", and there is only one "Takakawa".

For the first time, I gave birth to a wonderful, but not painful and sad emotion. When I felt it, I knew that it was loneliness.

"I'm really alone." I said to myself, at this time, I wanted to hear the voice I had always heard, even if it was more like an auditory hallucination: "I'm right next to you"—I don't know when it would be whispered in my ear again.

It was precisely because the "river" seemed to have disappeared that I was able to appreciate the seriousness of the matter. "Virus", "River", and "Deviation", the three interact with each other, and from the perspective that I can understand, they form a relatively stable "triangle". Conversely, if a few other factors are added, the stalemate will collapse. In that case, I'm afraid something even more terrible will happen - I just think so, and there is no direct evidence.

This state of deep and calm that can be observed now only struck me as a precursor to a major collapse. A sense of extreme crisis has always been on my mind, but what can I do? I can't do anything, that's a more essential and deeper field that "Jiang" can relate.

It can't be delayed any longer. I said to myself, let's go and complete the Super Takakawa Project. Even in this case, the Super Takakawa that will be born is not the Super Takakawa they planned at all, but the Super Takakawa that Dorothy and the others have been pursuing. After becoming such a super Takakawa, the plan that will be carried out will be more in favor of Dorothy. And my plan, despite all the foreshadowing work, now seems to have to be scrapped.

I don't mind the complete disappearance of my personality, and I don't mind what Super Takakawa will do in the future, I have never had a hard pursuit of my own independent existence, no, rather, when "Takakawa" is surviving in such a way as a personality substitute, and can continue to fight in such a way, any "selfishness" that pursues the independence of a certain personality has no soil for birth. All "Takakawa" will know how extravagant that pursuit is.

Because of this, I don't mind how Dorothy and the color look at me, even if I am just a puppet of "Jiang", I never doubt that I am "Gao Chuan", and I have always believed that the other Gao Chuan, who exists at the same time as me, will never have any subjective hostility. I know "Takakawa", "Takakawa" understands me, I am "Takakawa", but "Takakawa" is not just me. How can people who are not "Takakawa" understand the wonder and helplessness in it?

"There's no way, there's really no way." I said to myself as I walked in the direction of the Yoshita Takagawa. I know he's there, just like I know I'm here. The "I" over there may have felt the storm caused by the deviation ritual, and perhaps some situation has been in distress because of such deviations, but I probably don't know how much this effect may be magnified. If it was something else, I could say nothing, and the other I could feel it, but in today's situation, if I don't say it, the other one I understand very well - no, even if I do, I probably won't be able to understand it, there are too many things that cannot be expressed in words, so I have to become super Takakawa immediately.

The reconstituted "Takakawa" is the complete "Takakawa" in the true sense.

In front of me, I walked through the twists and turns of the structure, the wreckage of the ground, the fireworks that detonated from somewhere, and the overlapping regional doorways. The platforms of the structures are either as wide as a plain, or there is only one place for one person to stand, and the elevator is always unable to rise to the top in one go, and will always be halfway through due to reasons such as "shaft breakage". The road that seems to be straight, but when you actually walk through it, you find that you have to bypass a farther detour to get to where you want to go. The ravines at the bottom are completely invisible, some seem to be structurally so, some seem to be structurally broken, some seem to be in disrepair, and some seem to have been destroyed by terrible forces.

Centered on the location of the underground hall where the Torchlight performed the deviation ritual, and radiating to the periphery, most of the many creations that were once full of aggression have disappeared without a trace. Dead, pale and deep, imbued with the style of the Governing Bureau, like a dried mummy, in a huge coffin lavishly decorated on the outside, but rotten on the inside. The more age they become, the more fragile they become, and they are completely different from the crazy and active sight you saw when you first entered the ruins of the Ruling Bureau.

If the ruins of the former ruling bureau are described as a mentally ill young man, now it feels even more like a dying old man who can only lie in bed, sick all over his body - both mentally and physically are changing towards the final collapse, giving people an extremely strong feeling that there is no cure at all, and that he is just lingering.

Gradually, more corpse remains appeared in my vision, and the brutality of the battle nearly destroyed the Ruling Bureau's inherent style of structure, which was still structurally logical, despite its grotesqueness, and saw nothing complete in sight. Almost every inch of structure, whether described as "ground" or "wall", is more than half distorted, and the phenomena that act on them can be seen as common concepts such as "high temperature" and "low temperature", while others are completely unrecognizable as what kind of situation has occurred that makes it look like that.

Few of these corpses were real human beings, and human flesh and blood would not have survived such a terrible war. I found Nazi soldiers and humanoid security guards in some of the wreckage, but most of the wreckage that was partially preserved and could be seen in shape was either of them. In contrast, non-human shapes are more obvious, and at first glance there are more of them. From time to time, I can also see the primordial beings of the Primordial Authority, who have been hiding from the Doomsday Shinrikyo cult, seem to be participating in this war on a large scale.

When there are more and more corpses in the field of vision, you will also want to find one or two of them that have not completely breathed, however, even if you use chain judgment, you will only get a more brutal answer. The further you go, the stronger the smell of dead silence becomes, and some battlefields, with their constantly functioning structures themselves, have collapsed, rendering no function functional. In the past, there were often strange phenomena formed by the continuous entanglement of forces, but on this battlefield, there was nothing at all, and rather, all the observable movements except for the outline of the dead object had stopped.

Obviously it is a product made of a hard structure, and there is absolutely no one that is complete, let alone something more fragile than the structure, if only the wreckage that can be seen is already everywhere, then, as you can imagine, further, there are even more dead things left behind by the wreckage.

I know that I am getting closer and closer to my other self. I couldn't actually hear anything, but in my head, it was as if there were already sounds of battle composing. It was like an auditory hallucination from the dead silence of the surroundings, and sometimes it was like a confession, a strange but energetic cry. When I felt more tangible movement, I still couldn't see the actual activity, only the chain judgment that spread farther away, touched the edge of the vibration, and came with vague feedback.