(Once again, I recommend a book: Fantasy Game Evolution!)

The following is the synopsis: The real title of this book is: "Even in infinite space, I just want to be a quiet house!" "I'm forced to choose to participate in infinite games, and I won't choose a dog lightly! 》

"If you want to die, I will die with you!" 》

This is a theme that has been played badly, and the protagonist who has been played rotten has slowly become a scum from the initial [unwilling] emotion, and the infinite flow that has been played badly.

Ling Yan, who was forced to participate in the game, said: I'm just a small accountant in Tongfuli, Shanghai (fog)

――Well,All in all, it's the joy of playing stalks~ Just go directly to the happy bookkeeper to collect it~ (Run~))

"Are you surrendering?" Facing the shepherd's performance at this time, Ling Yan showed a helpless expression and said, "Although the entrustment is a commission, I also have my own things that must be done." ”

"So, do you need to go deeper into it? Your purpose this time? Faced with Ling Yan's question at this time, the shepherd asked rhetorically.

"Eh, of course~" He smiled as a matter of course: "After all, we finally arrived at the gate, wouldn't it be too wasteful if we didn't go in?" For what to say about there? “

"The library that records everything in the true sense of the word, even if it has a mysterious existence hidden by this magical library and the Gaia library, it is not difficult for people to guess."

"Akasha Library~"

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There's been a lot of controversy about the word Acasia and its existence, well, though it's fair to say that there's a lot of controversy about anything that is inexplicable.

The more arguments in passing, the hotter that thing becomes・・・・・・・

However, now it's not about complaining about this kind of thing.

The "Akashya Record of the Real World", or the "Akashic Record" of Western psychics, is the eighth consciousness, which is also known as the "Arya Record" in Buddhist Tantra, which records the reincarnation of life since the immeasurable eons of life and all the knowledge related to it.

The concept of the so-called Akasha originated in India. In the literature of Brahmanism. "Akaxia" is described as "the spirit-matter of the universe", which encompasses all existence and development. Similarly, Brahmana (one of the main gods of Brahmanism and Hinduism, the god of creation, and the foundation of life) is in essence often regarded as an impersonal, unrecognizable supreme cosmic principle from which all things come and to which all things return. It is incorporeal, immaterial, non-innate and eternal. There is no beginning and no end.

According to the ancient Indian doctrine, Brahman "penetrates everything and gives life to the supreme gods or to the smallest mineral atoms." The ancient Indian secret doctrine concludes by explicitly stating that "Akasha is the place where all creation originates and returns" and that Akasha is "older than all things" and is simply "the final end." Akasha is the root of all things in the world (this must be what Araya Zonglian is trying her best to pursue); The Akasha Records, on the other hand, make anything that happened at any moment, past, present, and future - not forgotten, and it records all the information.

This notion was quite popular in the late New Age movement in the West. The Akasha records are understood to have existed before, or even before, the creation of all existence. Even if our knowledge systems (e.g., medicine or law) change in complexity with external changes in time; These messages have long been recorded in the Akashya records (e.g., human, animal, plant, mineral, etc.). ）； It's just encoded into a common language. (It can be explained as: because all creation or culture is the observation of the existing environment.) Therefore, the overall environment is the source point. Most of the relevant writings point out that the Akashya Records are in fact within the scope of universal human experience, except that they are encoded to be captured only by a few people who enter the state in certain situations.

Those who support the thesis that the Akasha record did exist claim that they had experience of contact with ancient civilizations, including Indian, Moorish, Tibetan, and Bon inhabitants of other places such as the Himalayas, Egyptians, Persians, Chaldeans, Greeks, Chinese, Hebrews, Druidic faiths, and the Mayans of Mesoamerica. (All are civilizations that have developed a highly philosophical outlook).

The Akasha Records were known to the sages of ancient India, who had come to understand that every moment of the soul or jiva, atma (both of which are Hindu, Buddhist, or Jain) or physical records was converted into information and recorded in a "book". If the individual is able to achieve effective "reconciliation", he will be able to access "that book". (Think of it as the concept of "mindstream": all consciousness has a common source and an end.) ）

Although some claim that the Akashya Records have been practiced by mystics for many years, there is no direct evidence of any such record in the aforementioned group's literature. The word Acachia originally meant to be stored in the etheric database, and the concept originated during the Theosophical movement in the nineteenth century.

Skeptics point out that the concept of the Acacia record is nothing more than a summary of random and accidental phenomena. Even the accumulation of relevant information involves the problem of human nature: selectivity; and its incorrect references to a wide range of historical and religious figures or movements, raising the likelihood of chance.

This theory is also rejected by the traditional scientific community. Because it lacks any evidence of an independent change of direction. As his classmate Ervin László clarifies in his book: science and Acaccia are different categories and systems of knowledge; Generally speaking, when the old and new canons are transferred, the old canonical system must face the transition point formed by unexplained anomalies in the system. However, the existence of the concept of Akaxia signifies the attainment of a state of completeness, including all anomalies, which is also a part of normal.

But for Ling Yan now, these things are almost right in front of him, as long as this guy in front of him does something casually. You can go to that kind of place, go to the place where everything is recorded, and find a way to save your own shrine maiden.

“――。” The shepherd was silent for a long time. It's like you're communicating with something, and it's like you're struggling with something.

It wasn't until a long time later that he said to Ling Yan, "They agreed to your request, you can go over." ”

Hear this. Ling Yan relaxed a little, but his vigilance did not let go, for a simple reason: because he didn't believe that those guys inside would really compromise with him. Especially if you've already killed a bunch of those guys!

"Ahh Ling Yan nodded in understanding, and by the way, the sword was carried back behind his back.

"Follow me." The shepherd patted Ling Yan on the shoulder and said, stretched out his hand and made a gentle move, as if he was evacuating some illusion, revealing the original hidden entrance, and then walked over with Ling Yan.

Ling Yan looked at the shepherd who was now with him, and stepped forward to follow.

For a moment, Ling Yan felt like he had entered a place that resembled an enchantment—yes. It can only be described as an enchantment-like barrier.

It's good to have my own wife.,The witch who is called the Spirit Lady is also a top grandmaster in the enchantment.,Although I don't know anything like enchantment spells at all.,But it's good to follow your own witch to stay so saved.,I'm still very familiar with things like enchantment.。

But the place he was in now gave Ling Yan the feeling that it was an enchantment but not an enchantment.

If you have to describe it, you don't know

As soon as he entered the enchantment, Ling Yan's surroundings changed. From the original world of nothingness, it has become a world like a corridor of memory. The walls, floors, ceilings, and roads formed by a large number of pictures of good, bad, happy, sad, good, ugly, happy, or desperate came into his eyes.

The only thing that hasn't changed is that it's still half-hanging and half-empty. A magnificent ball of light that exudes a strange attraction.

Ling Yan looked around. Carefully took his first step.

In an instant, a wave of thoughts rushed into Ling Yan's sea of consciousness without resistance, turning into a prairie full of desolate atmosphere, where several things that looked like demons and monsters were fiercely tearing and killing.

Waves of evil thoughts and violent aura surged towards Ling Yan like a storm.

Ling Yan frowned, although it wasn't a too powerful evil thought, but too many were a little upset.

Without any hesitation. With his own strength, he resisted these things that could affect his consciousness from his body.

Ling Yan, who had blocked the invasion of external evil qi, lowered his head and looked at the ground in front of his feet.

"It looks like what I just did was just one of the trials." Ling Yan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's really a bit of a troublesome thing." ”

I saw that at the front of Ling Yan's foot, an image the size of a palm, which was obviously different from the current environment, appeared on the ground.

Then he raised his head and stepped out again.

It's still a blink of an eye. The picture has taken a new turn, this time with some tall and giant-looking men fighting youkai.

Ling Yan, who glanced at him lightly, ignored it and continued to move forward.

As his footsteps went, one after another strange and strange pictures that he didn't know what he was telling poured into Ling Yan's mind along the completely unstoppable stream of consciousness, forming a picture that seemed to be real and illusory.

In this way, one after another, I don't know how long it has been, the picture in Ling Yan's mind changed again, and a familiar figure appeared.

"Could this be my mother?" Looking at the room in front of her, which was obviously a maternity room, as well as the woman lying on a hospital bed and the baby lying next to her, Ling Yan exclaimed with a stunned face.

It's just that although it's real, it's still an illusion in the end, so the woman in the picture doesn't make any reaction.

Ling Yan frowned and stepped forward again.

It's still the same as before, the picture has changed, but this time it's a different one.

The picture is the scene of the woman and Ling Yan, who is still in the crib, living together with a young man who is seven points similar to the current Ling Yanli.

"This must be my father who has never met here." Ling Yan guessed, and at the same time, his heart also had an inference about the source of the surrounding pictures: "It's just that everything here ......"

Ling Yan walked again, inspiring a new picture.

Little Ling Yan will crawl.

Little Ling Yan will leave.

Little Ling Yan cried in a fight with an older brother named Zai.

Little Ling Yan and a cute little girl are taking a bath in a bathtub.

Little Ling Yan went to the amusement park with his father, mother, brother, and the cute little girl.

Little Ling Yan and two children went to kindergarten.

……

Until the moment when little Ling Yan became an adult and was possessed by another soul. It was at that moment that the entire illusionary mirror image of the predecessor exploded and began to become intermittent.

"That's not right!" Ling Yan subconsciously roared: "This is definitely not me!?" ”

It's like a lion's roar, and this new choppy image. Completely shattered!

Panting heavily, Ling Yan recalled the pictures that had just appeared: I don't know why, although he knew that it had nothing to do with everything about him, but he felt that all of this was the same feeling that happened to him・・・・・・

"What the hell is that? Self in a parallel world? Ling Yan breathed a sigh of relief slightly, although there was only one guess at the moment, but Ling Yan believed that it was definitely not his past - if that was really ・・・・・・ then what he and Reimu had experienced. Or are the things in the world of the plot, including my current self - all a dream?

No, it's absolutely impossible. That's definitely not my past.

With this in mind, he sighed, put the things he longed for the most in the first place in his heart, and strode forward.

Perhaps it was the end of the story, or perhaps the reason why the present life was the end of the story, Ling Yan quickly broke through the barrier of the illusion and came to the bottom of a ball of light that seemed to be the main god.

Moment. A mysterious appearance composed of a large number of complicated lines appeared in Ling Yan's sight, causing him to immediately feel dizzy when he had just looked at it, his face turned pale, and his body shook as if he was weak.

"Spill your blood on the ground." At this moment, a thought suddenly appeared in Ling Yan's mind, and he said in an emotionless voice.

Ling Yan shook his head twice, eliminating the discomfort in his mind, and resisted the urge to take a look. The blood in his body sprayed to the ground.

"Pop ......"

The moment the blood hit the ground, a red light bloomed.

Red. The blood on the ground was diluted, and then a ripple rippled from the originally hard ground, forming a screen-like water wave picture, presenting all the information about Ling Yan except for his childhood past.

It also includes images that seem inexplicable to him.

"I ask you what you want." An emotionless but majestic voice sounded in Ling Yan's mind.

"Answer my question." Ling Yan's face and tone were solemn and replied, "Tell me everything I want to know." That's what I want! ”

"Whatever you want, stand."

The moment the voice sounded again, a book appeared in front of Ling Yan—no, it was not so much a book as a jade like a book.

Without any hesitation, Ling Yan touched his hand to the book.

At the moment of touch. Countless 'records' all entered Ling Yan's mind, and in the face of such a sudden impact, Ling Yan was almost knocked to the ground directly.

But soon, he completely recovered, and stood there like a stake, as if digesting those 'records' in his mind.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and uttered the words of horror and abuse at the enemy: "Fuck you! Lao Tzu should have thought that Yakumo Zi, that eight women are naïve! ”

"We have to go back quickly! Otherwise, no one can save that place! ”

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However, compared to Ling Yan entering a certain place, something terrible also happened in the underworld of Gensokyo, or in other words, the entire Gensokyo was full of destruction.

"The battle has not flinched at this point, which really impresses the mourning family. But that's the end of it. ”

A lazy voice rang out on the other side, announcing the official end of the game of cat and mouse.

“……”

There was no answer. Because she was powerless to answer.

But the scythe in his hand still supported the ground, supporting the broken body, knowing that he was no longer able to fight, the other side of the flower that had reached the limit of life...... The direction of the final look...... It's the other side of the other side...... That is, the direction of the underworld.

Then...... Crashed down.

"Dying for the faith you kept...... That's nice. ”

After a little emotion, the scarlet eyes of the guy produced by black and white cast over the other side and looked at the underworld.

I already have a hunch in my heart, and there is ...... It will be the last battle.

"Everyone in Gensokyo has the determination to fight until the last moment...... It's really the envy of the mourning family. She smiled sarcastically and uttered a cheerful voice as if mocking the whole of Gensokyo, "What a stupidity that makes the mourners envious." ”

Then, as if she felt something, she showed a helpless expression

"Here you are...... How can the weak insect not know how to die now? It's really distressing~"

Feeling the atmosphere around her become more severe, there was a little interest in her voice.

"The Supreme Inquisitor of Paradise, Shikikihime, the guardian of the Great Enchantment, Yakumo Purple, the supreme leader of the Demon Realm, Shenqi." She said the names of several people who were about to appear, but with each name she spoke, her interest began to grow smaller

It's really boring, is this what you call the strongest combat power? Is it commendable stupid behavior?

But as a power to challenge God...... That's not enough......

“……”

From the end of the other side, a small figure was holding the rod of repentance, walking towards her step by step.

There was no expression on his face, just walking step by step.

In the sky, a pitch-black crack slowly opened, and from there, it was the realm youkai who gave everything for Gensokyo......

The Last ...... It is a figure falling from the sky.

The six-winged demon god, Shenqi......

"It's up together, it's worth looking at the mourning family...... But are you stalling for time? Waiting for the person who can stop the mourners from coming back? ”

There is no defensive posture, because there is no need to ...... Even the three people in front of him couldn't resist themselves.

In the entire infinite world, there is nothing else that can block you except that person, right? (To be continued.) )