The Torchlight Deviation Ritual is weird, and so are the people who perform it, and this weirdness is reflected in the common sense that will lead to death, and there are seemingly simple but unspeakable secrets, and the strange mystery that these people themselves show is also a reflection of the mystery behind this ritual, and the disaster that will be brought when this ritual is completed. I don't dare to underestimate these guys, nor can I anticipate the consequences of what I'm doing now, but I have to do something anyway, and act on what I feel and what I can deduce. I have to say that in this operation, I have pinned my hopes on the Doomsday Shinrikyo religion.

Replace rituals with rituals. Use a ritual that seems unusual, but seems normal to the apocalyptic illusion itself, to transform another ritual that is also incomprehensible, but even more unusual in feeling. I don't know when the Doomsday Shinrikyo will break in, but I can already feel that by the time I get into action, these people at the Torchlight and the expected intruders that my old friends had been expecting have arrived in the Great Labyrinth on the surface. Whether it's the labyrinth on the surface or the passage leading to this underground hall, there are bound to be traps set up to strike the intruders - try to kill some of them and turn their deaths into sacrifices to the deviant ritual.

The invasion must have been swift, judging by the means and ends of the Torchlight, as well as from my experience, and no matter which side I know well, those invaders will not be stopped by the traps on the way. Jung's explanation before his death somewhat suggests that the Torchlight somewhat wanted to place the main body of the final stage in this underground hall. They anticipated many possibilities, and Tomie and I may have come as a surprise at first, but by the time Jung led us to this underground hall, they had already digested the surprise.

If there is anything else they can't predict, it's definitely not from me, but from Tomie and the possibilities that the invaders themselves have. Compared to Tomie and Shinriyo, while I myself am undeniably powerful and special, I am by no means unexpected—especially when the Torchlight and old friends may have relied on the power of the Prophet.

Yes, no matter what I think, I would conclude that the Prophet's presence is the reason why the Torchlight has the ability to perform this deviant ritual and to muster the support of so many occult experts. Prophets are rare in Doomsday Visions, and most of the time they are only known by name and not seen, but both in the Doomsday Visions that I have existed in the past and in the Doomsday Visions I have now, the Prophet is much more influential than it seems. Even Cyberball has come to this point with the support of Ms. Mayne, who is known as the world's first prophet. Conversely, without Mayne Prophet, the Cyberball, if it existed, would not have been able to complete the repeater. And further, if the light of the torch does not have a prophet, how can it carry out the deviation ritual to this point, I am afraid that it has been blocked in the middle, and without the power of the prophet, how can these old friends of mine face the collision impact of the repeater? They must have been prepared to survive until now.

To put it bluntly, all those who have survived to this day must have made preparations beyond other people's imagination for today's survival. I can't observe what they did or how they did it, but I should be right to understand it that way.

I will not underestimate the prophets, and I will not underestimate the people who have come to this day with the support of the prophets, whether these people are monsters or ordinary people, and the operation of their combination with each other is like a big net, which is enough to envelop the "honor students" of my level. The only ones who can fight against them are groups and non-people who are just as good as them, or even more organized than them, or who operate in a more powerful way.

I'm not a group, I'm just one person, I'm just one person, and even the other me, the prosthetic Takakawa, has an advantage over me from the perspective of "strong group operation". The advantage I've had so far is just to look at the problem from a different perspective and carry out the action, and it's just a cunning move to not go head-to-head with these guys. As a result, I can no longer be the decisive factor in the outcome of this battle, and my own importance will diminish as the ritual progresses.

From non-core factors to non-critical factors, from non-critical factors to non-major factors, from non-major factors to non-secondary factors...... Until finally it becomes meaningless and dies.

That's what I really need to face in this fight, and it's what I can tell how events are going. Therefore, my resistance must be based on this vein.

Whether it's killing my old friends who hate me, or killing mysterious experts I don't know, killing them is not an end in itself, it's the real goal to deflect the outcome of this battle in a direction that is not what the Torchlight intended, along the lines I can judge and the factors I can capture. And in this process, the Torchlight Deviation Ritual itself is only a core factor in this battle, not the only factor, focusing on stopping or reversing the Deviation Ritual will not have much effect, and even it will not be possible to do it at all.

"You have to look at the big picture......" I said to myself. Whether it is the strange phenomena that are being produced in the battle in front of you, or the adaptability to the quick loot shown in the battle, there is nothing to worry about in front of the overall situation.

The mysterious expert strangled by the black tentacles turned into fluorescent dust, and I felt that he was not dead, and that he was adapting to my speed, and was about to become the next being to be able to move as freely as I did in a world as slow as I did right now. But I didn't wait for him to appear, I turned around again, leaned over, brushed the whip of the black tentacles, and slashed the blades of both hands at the monster with the trumpet as the head—I wanted to know what was hidden in that body, and it was clear that what had appeared to have been a human body had already been transformed into a human shell in this ritual.

The monster that thrust the trumpet into its neck as its head showed no resistance, and its ability to play with the same sharp and frantic tone in a slow world caused by the relative difference in tempo proved that it was capable of reaching the tempo I possessed, or perhaps some kind of mystery ensured that this insanely sharp playing was not interfered with by the notion of tempo. I am very sure that the voices I hear, the forms I see, are definitely not the things of ordinary people's common sense, there is some terrible existence hidden in the essence, and it is only when we observe them that the phenomena that we can observe, and even the phenomena of these sensations that we can observe, are only a small part of the many superficial phenomena that cannot be understood.

I can't understand anything more than categorizing the actions of these monsters as "performing rituals," and on the other hand, my feelings are telling me that their actions are not "rituals" that I can understand. Secrets far beyond the limits of my imagination have been revealed before my eyes, but because I can't understand or imagine them, I have found nothing after all.

Monsters that can keep up with my speed, or monsters that are not bound by my speed can easily be cut in half by my arm blades, and the "thing in the body" that I expected to be observable does not manifest, and I am very sure that it exists, but the only blackened internal organs in the severed body are blackened, and only a small part of the twisted internal organs can be seen in the shape of the heart and lungs, but even when exposed to the air, it is still moving with vitality. These knotted internal organs work in a way that I can't understand, and even if they are cut, the blue-black blood or bodily fluids that spurt out seem to have an invisible channel to rely on to complete the circulation of the various parts of the internal organs.

All of this I have observed has been done in a state of rapid sweeping. And the operation of these internal organs that I have observed is completely "normal speed" based on my standard, so what does the operation of these internal organs look like in the eyes of others who are not in a high-speed state? Is it being carried out at a high speed that is difficult to see with the naked eye? Or, regardless of the speed, always maintain the "normal speed" at which the observer himself makes his observations?

The so-called "normal" is too ambiguous, full of personality and subjectivity, and the angle from which a person can observe as an observer is extremely limited. What secrets are hidden beyond this ambiguous subjective feeling and extremely narrow observation perspective? The most frightening thing is born out of this problem.

The trumpet-headed monster was dismantled and collapsed, the entrails were cut into hundreds of pieces of minced flesh by me, and the bodily fluids lost their circulation and spilled on the ground, spreading normally at high speeds - and I wasn't sure if the monster was dead or not. Moreover, there are many more beings like it around the brazier, and the people who scream loudly, play crazy drums, and convey the madness that people can feel, probably all have become such monsters. But because it's a monster, it's more suitable for such a crazy scene in front of you, isn't it? I felt the naturalness of this madness, and from the naturalness of this logic, I saw the absolutely unnatural, abnormal, and illogical side.

In the chain of decisions, the fluorescent powder that floated with the air currents was dancing with some complex pattern, and as I expected, it quickly adapted to the current speed of the sweep, and was trying to overtake me, as evidenced by the fact that the powders were moving faster and faster. However, in the relativity of the Speed Sweep Super, I am still faster, and its attempts may be infinitely close to my speed, but it will eventually fail. The faster it goes, the faster I am, and I've started far faster than I could have in the past, and the world in front of me tends to freeze even more.

Even now, with the fourth-level magic pattern, I still feel terrified by this seemingly endless acceleration, what kind of crisis is hidden in this endless performance? I can't imagine it at all. And, no matter how much I try to accelerate, in the mystery of the unknown, there will always be something that can adapt or ignore the speed. Endless acceleration is terrifying enough for human cognition, but things that can't even limit speed are even more terrifying.

Because the relative speed always allows me to overcome most of the things I can observe, I can feel that I am strong, but at the same time, there will always be weirdness that ignores this advantage, so I have to accept that no matter how strong I am, in that infinite unknown, it is relative, and it makes me feel small. It is difficult for me, who has always been able to observe "relativity", to recognize things that have "absoluteness", and although in the mystery, there may not be strangeness that embodies absoluteness, but whenever something appears that I cannot deal with, how can I be sure that these things that I cannot cope with are still absolute compared to other things?

I didn't expect myself to encounter such weirdness in this battle, but my gut told me that if I didn't follow the plan and let the Doomsday Shinrikyo sacrificial ritual erode the deviant ritual, the deviant ritual would lead to such weirdness.

However, at least among the mystical experts in front of him, it seems that such an absolute mystical power has not yet appeared. The fluorescent dust is just moving close to my speed, and it doesn't seem to change much until it really matches or even surpasses my speed. I didn't approach it, and it didn't show aggression, therefore, I ignored it. The occult experts on the other side who were fighting Tomie were also adjusting to my speed, and the reason why the occult experts who were staring at the deviation ritual in a daze didn't do more was not entirely mentally problematic, but because not every occult expert could react to my current speed.

Tomie's ability to maintain normal movement during my observations meant that her speed was beyond the reaction of most occult experts, and few of the occultists who were able to react were able to maintain this reflex at all times, such as my old friends, File and Billy, who only occasionally raised their attacks to the corresponding level, causing me and Tomie some trouble.

My speed has given me more time to deal with what is happening at the moment, but I'm sure that the time I have, even at the current pace, is not too much.

I began to slaughter the other ritual performers around the brazier.