"It's over?"

Roland swiped his phone back and forth, and the next page was over.

"No, it shouldn't be like this."

The pale-faced boy jumped up from the bed, as if stimulated by something.

He is Roland, an ordinary earthling, and a lover of novels.

The novel he had just read was over.

It's not a bad ending or a perfect one, it's like every reader will have some mental blockages after reading the ending.

It's just that Roland seems to be stressed, and he is very irritable.

If he looked in the mirror, he would find that his eyes were bloodshot and protruding, as if they were going to fall out at any moment!

Roland, who was walking around the bedroom barefoot, finally woke up the sanctioned man.

"Roland! You don't sleep again! You're going to get me back to school tomorrow! ”

The roar from downstairs made Roland subconsciously lie back on the bed and get into the quilt.

His adoptive father is not bad, but he has a really bad temper.

Roland, who was lying on the bed, only stopped at this moment, but once he closed his eyes, the unbearable uneasiness and depression would come up again.

No, what's wrong?

The plot of the novel kept spinning in Roland's mind.

Roland feels that there is a problem, a big problem, but he just can't think of what the problem is!

This kind of important thing that is about to be remembered and forgotten, but it is just the grievance that cannot be remembered, makes Roland extremely uncomfortable.

In the midst of this struggle with his brain cells, Roland gradually lost consciousness.

Fall?

Rise?

Sunk?

Floating?

The entangled thoughts like silk gradually unraveled in infinite confusion.

……

22 sequences?

Why is this number 22?

It's obviously ......

Conference table above the white fog.

Tarot will?

Hehe.

Obviously that's ......

Klein.

Klein?

Why do you sleep?

You are......

You are!

You are being ......

Belch!

Are you chosen......

Uhh

You are the chosen savior!

Ahh

For......

Why?

Why do you ......

Will the savior sleep?

So who else is coming?

…… This era?

It shouldn't be like this!

Shouldn't...... Be...... Such!

Hundreds of trillions of light years away, a man who was sleeping quietly suddenly seemed to hook the corners of his mouth.

In the midst of the chaos, Roland was in a trance and heard a voice.

She? He? It? He!

He!

He is saying: ......

Read...... Ode...... I...... Name......

Roland's inspiration was pushed to new limits as he heard His voice, and at that moment, a teenager named Roland was brain dead...... Diagnosed!

Roland's inspiration shattered his consciousness and chewed and swallowed his soul in order to envelop his voice and fulfill his request! His command! His ...... Divine grace!

"I don't belong to, this, the times, fool ......"

Fragmented inspiration, fragmented souls, because they have broken away from the physical shell, wandered through the subconscious ocean, and ascended through the gaps in the spiritual world.

Alaya was crying, she had lost a child.

Gaia's womb contracted mercilessly, and he didn't care about a consciousness leaving, but in an instant, he gave birth to an infinite number of consciousnesses.

Finally, it is His voice, in turn, that wraps and carries, the broken man, the "Roland" whose concept is as if it were broken!

Came to ...... Came to ...... Above the vast gray mist!

Here, it is the source fort, one of the nine essentia.

Not far away, there was the table with ten seats.

Although the seats are all vacant, these ten already occupied seats, and the chairs still shine brightly!

At this moment, a vacant seat faded from the white mist, revealing a seat.

Behind the seat, the splendor changes, waiting for its owner to sit down and give the owner an identity according to the "rules".

All this at least proves that there is a qualified "person" who has arrived here.

Roland opened his eyes.

There is infinite power in "Him" voice!

Infinite power drives the most basic essentia to give birth to true miracles!

Adhesive crushing concept!

Calm the boiling consciousness!

Restore the inspiration of annihilation!

Birth of a forsaken body!

Reforge the original concept!

So, Roland opened his eyes.

The soul begins to grow.

Consciousness begins to take control.

Inspiration begins to shrink.

The flesh began to live.

The concept is in motion.

"Here?"

Roland stared dumbfounded, at the table in front of him.

Eleven unmanned seats surround.

"Here, above the gray mist? Tarot will? ”

"No, it's not tarot, it's ...... Oh! Sorry, I'm not qualified to read it right now. ”

Roland was talking to himself, as if his consciousness was talking to inspiration.

Don't worry, His power is limitless, and Roland will soon be back to normal.

"It's just, why are there eleven seats? Tarot would, besides Klein, not only nine people? ”

Roland said what he thought in his heart, because he was restored, his body was too pure to cover his consciousness.

"Let's go check it out."

Roland walked over, and he saw the patterns behind the seats.

"Fool, Justice, Hanged Man, Sun, World, Magician, Moon, Hermit, Star, Judgment, Blank."

"Blank?"

"Why is there a gap?"

No one answered him in the source fort where no one answered.

Touched by inspiration, Roland smiled first, and joy regenerated in his heart!

"I see, is this my place?"

"Thank you, thank you from the bottom of my heart."

"Well, who should I thank?"

"I ...... Thanks to all! ”

"That's right! I thank everything, everything, then I must be grateful to the people who deserve to be thanked! ”

Roland smiled happily, he felt like he had thought of a good idea!

But beyond the Source Castle, above the heavens, beyond the heavens, in an infinite expanse, one that is infinitely larger than Roland, infinitely larger than the sun, and infinitely larger than the Milky Way...... Twitched.

Roland accidentally put ...... Thanks too!

Roland's powerful inspiration was too late to warn.

The infinite ...... I opened my eyes.

In an infinitely short time, across an infinite distance, I saw Roland sitting on his seat.

…… Not required...... Fourth ......

Infinite energy descended from the sky, centered on the position where Roland had just touched his buttocks, with a radius of one meter.

Annihilated.

The entire Source Fort was stirred as a cylindrical gap appeared on the Source Fort.

In an infinitely short period of time, the infinite energy crushed Roland and the seat, as well as the source fort below, into the most primitive unit.

It was closer to the origin than the nine essentia, a unit smaller than the first particle in nothingness.

Perhaps, the concept of units is not enough to support it.

In short, Roland is gone.

The sleeping man did not react at all.

The source fort recovers automatically.

…… If you close your eyes, you may never open them again for eternity.

In front of the table in the Source Fort, a gray mist filled the air, as if to cover the ugly vacancy!

But the gray fog that filled with it was blocked by a seat-like, completely invisible object.

The invisible "brilliance" appears and circulates behind the "seat".

Finally, a card pattern of a skull man riding a white horse and wearing armor appears.

Unlike the cards behind other seats, this card is upside down!

Death, XIII