Raaste is beyond the boundaries of what the words "science" and "magic" can describe. The power of the Death Omen is immense. Viewed through the eyes of order, he resembles the space-time boundary of a supergiant black hole. Beneath the elegant and ugly exterior of the scythe lies absolute nothingness.

There is only darkness except darkness.

It was this realization that made Lan Yu doubt himself in an instant, and made him repeatedly ponder in his mind the possibility of defeating Raaste.

He wears a Psychic Blocking Alloy and a Psychic Resistance Bracelet, both of which can withstand the corrosive effects of the Death Omen? They are causality objects in their own worldview and still play a role in the Odyssey universe.

But black holes are also the possible fate of the universe......

Blue Feather stared at Raaste as if he were carefully identifying a cold black gem.

[What's wrong?] Scared? Repented? ]

Blue Feather saw a reflection on the black-purple blade of the scythe, and that was his face.

Suddenly, a nightmare that had been buried in the depths of memory for a long time awoke up.

That was more than ten years ago, when he was six years old, when he first learned cosmology on a paradise island. He watched "A Brief History of Time" hungrily, and the skeleton of the dead star was firmly imprinted in his mind.

Come to a dead star system. The galaxy is very old, perhaps formed shortly after the Big Bang, and its star has long since become a bleak dwarf star, containing dense degenerate matter, and the once scorching and furious core has become a silent, cold star. Temperatures have cooled to near absolute zero over long years.

He felt in the darkness that the star had given birth to the primordial life, but its planet had been vaporized by the mother's explosion. The stars that shine on life have become a melting pot of radiation that all life avoids, and the scattered nebulae radiate a deadly silver light under the residual radiation.

The silver tomb reminded Lan Yu of the beauty of Paradise Island, where he and his companions had flown into the night sky of Paradise Island on a full moon sky and saw the most beautiful scenery of Paradise Island.

That night, the sky was full of endless sea of clouds, illuminated by the bright moon above the boundless ocean, a silvery color. Beneath the vast sea of clouds is the vast Pacific Ocean, and the moonlight that pierces the sea of clouds shines on the quiet and noisy waves, making that sea a phosphorescent world, like a sea of mercury............

More than ten years have passed, and Lan Yu can't remember this dream clearly, but he can't forget the dead star.

The teacher once praised that children are the new sun, human civilization is the scorching sun in the sky, and the two are noble beings that never set.

At the time, he was frightened. The next day, he ran to ask the teacher.

"Do stars die too?"

"This is the law of the universe, the law of increasing entropy." His teacher taught him, "Everything has an end." All things are reduced to nothingness. There will be a day when people will become corrupt and degenerate, abandon their ideals, and die of old age. ”

"Just as the stars burn out one day, civilization will also lose morality, materialism will run rampant, and usher in the moment of the end. And what we have to do is to let our burning youth not be extinguished with the aging of the body, so that life does not forget civilization and ............ because of the passage of time."

This is the fear that lives in Lan Yu's heart—a strange pulsating star.

The voice of the ancient, cold, death-permeating voice whispered in his ear: nothing escapes corruption......

At first, he couldn't hear the voice. And after leaving Paradise Island, after seeing everything in the cyberpunk city. He heard the voice.

He saw the mobs praising those who took everything they were supposed to have and rewarded only the dregs to themselves.

He saw the mobs being instigated by ignorant malice, madly mocking those who spoke up for the weak and defended the weak. Little did they know they were fighting for themselves.

He saw the anger of the mobs, but he drew his sword against the weaker. When they are oppressed, they oppress the weaker.

In the end, he saw that his efforts were in vain......

So, when night fell, he finally began to doubt himself.

I'm fighting for them, is it really worth it?

Whenever the rainy night fell, the starcorpore crept into his skull, whispering in his head: a reminder that if he fell, he would also become the talk of the mob.

Every night of the rainstorm, the stars reminded him that his ideals were only vain, and that his civilization was beyond cure.

Everything will eventually die, and even stars will burn out one day......

All things will die...... Civilization also has an end day.

[I see your nightmare, are you bothered by it?] ]

That snickering again.

"It's not a nightmare, it's a plan. I ......"

[You don't have to say much.] You just need to know that I can achieve your ideals, and I can save your civilization. ]

Lan Yu argued in vain: "You are too dangerous, I can't ......"

[I don't care what you think.] I'm interested in your essence. Your ambitions. Your dreams. Your abilities. How you see the world. How do you envision the world as it should be. ]

"I tell you! Monster. I will achieve my ideals in my own right, and you are just the icing on the cake! ”

[Really?] Do you really think you can save tens of billions of people alone? Waking up the common nightmare of tens of billions of people? Just by virtue of your abilities? ]

Raast scoffed.

"This is my original intention, the responsibility that my education has given me. I firmly believe that my career will be victorious......" Lan Yu replied sharply.

But when he said this, his tone was extremely uncertain, hiding deep self-doubt.

[Duties?] Tut...... A duty that you are increasingly disgusted with. A duty that makes you more and more discouraged. Trying to save a hopeless civilization. Staying true to an ideal that has become impossible to achieve. Frustrated day after day, the person you want to save doesn't have the ability to think as clearly as you do. They don't dare to identify with the way you want to behave in your hands. They don't have that strength to bear the future you're fighting for them. ]

[Admit it, you can't do it without me.] ]

Lan Yu understood that he had no choice, that human civilization had been lost in the darkness for too long. Fifty years have been accumulating for 50 years, and all sorts of historical dregs remain in the body of civilization – ethnic hatred, the crisis of nuclear war, ineffective infighting......

New ills are emerging – gender antagonism, new drugs, cybercrime......

The most direct proof of this is that the virtual network immediately became a safe haven for countless people to escape from reality.

The eighty-four years of the twenty-first century are like a ship that has lost control in a storm, and will be dragged into the dark seabed at any time by the colossal tentacles stretched out in the dark waves.

How could he stand up to a civilization even if he had an ultimate power?