After leaving the ale room, Russell put his hands in his pockets and put a hood on himself.

"Statue of a deer's head."

Without warning, he whispered.

[I'm in]

The ethereal, light female voice sounded in his heart.

"Open the door," Russell rested his hand on the doorknob and closed his eyes, "it's time for us to talk." ”

But when he opened the door, he stepped into the familiar room.

The lights were bright, but there were only countless doors.

It was a labyrinth of countless doors. No matter how many times you watch it, you will only feel sad after feeling spectacular.

Standing in it, there is only a sense of confusion. It's like standing at a strange crossroads, looking around but can't find a way out.

Russell whispered casually as he walked towards the room where the deer's head was, "I just went to see the ale." ”

[I know]

"We talked about the fate of the 'elf' and about the dead gods. We talked about two keys and the 'door'. ”

[I'm listening]

"So, can you explain more to me?"

Russell whispered, his hands not out of his pockets at all.

Because the spirit of the deer head is integrated with the entire "Wandering City of Babel", she does not need Russell to do anything here.

The wall in front of him with "doors" moved to the sides, out of the way in the middle.

One transparent door after another opened on its own, and the extremely airtight door also rotated and opened on its own, making a snorting sound. Before Russell walked over, there was no obstacle in front of him.

"The Evil God"

It's different from the first time here......

As Russell continued to walk, the lights were turned on.

The gloomy and dim corridor was as bright as daylight for a moment.

Russell, on the other hand, stopped at this point.

He saw more than just a deer head.

In the center of the three different directions of light focused, there was a silver deer antler shining with a white light, and a long black hair like a waterfall sprinkled at will, like a doll-like deer head......

There is no strand on the body, only the part above the collarbone. The rest of the part is made entirely of machinery and gears, and is as beautiful as a pressed butterfly specimen.

In front of her stump, a man with long black hair sat quietly.

There was a black bandage tied in front of him, and some messy long black hair was left fluttering, like an ancient knight.

He looked like he was meditating, like he was meditating, like he was waiting for someone.

And the huge wings behind him prove his unique identity.

Russell fell silent.

His gaze focused on the man's back, his eyes drooping and his Adam's apple sliding up and down slightly.

At this moment, it was like a lot of overlapping mechanical synthesized sounds, but they reverberated in the space.

"'—what are you looking at, barber?' ”

Hearing this voice, the man with his head bowed raised his head slightly.

But he didn't look back.

Russell didn't immediately answer the question of the deer's head.

He just looked at the man's back and asked softly, "Can you tell me about that man now?" ”

"'-Nature.' ”

The deer head sighed.

The overlapping synthesized sound rang out, as if thousands of people were sighing at the same time. There is a sense of compassion and sacredness in it.

"'Because in this matter there is no room for silence and lies.'" ”

In other words, he was indeed a spy...... Right. Or rather, double agents? ”

"'I am more inclined to think that it was [the bishop] who learned part of the truth and lost his mind.' ”

When Russell arrived, the deer head no longer spoke from the bottom of his heart, but instead used the radio on the Tower of Babel to reply in an emotional, overlapping synthesized voice.

She always does.

For the deer head, this is also one of the few things that can make her feel that "she is barely alive".

It's like a lonely empty nester who wants someone to come back and chat with him...... In order to alleviate their loneliness and maintain their humanity?

This is the first time that Russell has faced the deer head at close range after awakening the will of twilight and realizing his true talent.

He could feel loneliness and confusion from the small fragment of the deer's head.

— and that's proof that she's still a human being.

"What truth?"

Russell asked softly, "Something to do with that ...... 'key' that the ale says it is?" ”

"'It stands to reason that this cannot be told to outsiders. However, the barber ...... You are not an outsider. You are about to inherit the name of the elves. ’

"'You are [Thrall], the guardian of the fifth hour of the fifth day, the heir to the destiny of the 'saint'.

"'You have the right to know the truth of all this.'" ”

The overlapping synthesized sound of the deer's head sounded like a god.

Hearing this, the man sitting on the ground finally moved.

He lowered his head slightly, not even looking back.

It's like he can see Russell through the gauze, through the back of his head.

…… No, that shouldn't be an illusion.

For Russell did have a vague sense of what he was being watched on—a testament to the fact that his redshift had touched the limits of humanity such as the Leviathan Wall, a powerful intuition beyond cause and effect.

That's true intuition—not a pseudo-intuition that the subconscious mind collects information and calculates and draws conclusions from the brain with a wealth of experience or powerful thinking abilities. It's an esoteric intuition that can be perceived without gathering details.

Russell originally thought that this was some kind of special fantasy ability......

But after communicating with Ale, he was vaguely aware of the nature of this ability.

- including his intuition, including the future vision of ale, including the future seen by "Saar".

What we may see is not an uncertain future, but the "human heart".

The future is unpredictable – because even if the success rate of various events can be measured, it is not satisfactory. Because the "human heart" is a chaotic system, with each person's different experiences, personalities, emotions, hormones, intuition, desires, and even flashes of memory fragments, it may change the original thoughts, and then "have an idea" or "feel" to change the original rational plan.

Because people are not "rational people" in operations research.

But if you see the future, it's not cold machinery...... Rather, it is a "collection of the human subconscious", so it is possible to calculate the future.

If we can accurately calculate all the hearts and talents of people, on this basis, the future will become the formula that "if you do this", you will definitely "get this answer". And for that subconscious aggregate, she doesn't need to measure...... Because that's part of how it was built.

- Yes.

The fate of the elves is linked to the "gods" of this world.

The God of the Split Who is now torn apart.

And the intuition that psionic energy brings is also related to this.

What does this mean?

The power derived by demons...... The same belongs to "God".

Psionic power, holy rank, destiny—all the forces in this world have the same root and origin.

The body of God, the spirit of God, the authority of God......

…… and, God's vessel.

"What is the truth?"

Russell asked.

"'The Tower of the End of the Dream Realm is not a tower. It's a 'keyhole'. ’

"'Locked in there is the psionic potential of all mankind.'"

"'Like the grey vault—locked by 'us' ourselves, a lock that can never be opened.'" ”