I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

Old and young, male and female, black and white, magicians and swordsmen, all rolled and fell to the ground at the same time, motionless.

Both of their ribs were broken. In addition to their hearts, their internal organs were also damaged to varying degrees, and they passed out on the spot. Even so, she still didn't let go of the knife.

Araya Soren's injuries were far more serious than Shiki's, but he did not lose consciousness. He just tilted his head and looked at the girl not far away.

"This look looks more like a girl of this age."

The magician shrouded in darkness did not move, and his troubled face deepened.

What he wanted was clearly in front of him, but he couldn't move.

That knife was the final blow that could not be undone.

There was no plan, just an instinctive strike. It was a bad strike, but it was also an extremely powerful strike.

After receiving this knife, the only way to go is death.

"I didn't expect that both sides would suffer again."

This is their cause and effect, just like the first meeting on a rainy night two years ago, and also like the showdown before the apartment collapsed.

"Those who are awakened to the origin will be controlled by the origin - the target is close at hand, but the body cannot move. It is truly 'still'."

the magician said sarcastically, but not to anyone else.

Beside the magician, a black-haired young man and a red-haired boy ran past. The fluttering corners of his clothes brought a breeze, and they ran directly past Araya and towards the kimono girl who fell on the ground.

At the same time, two shadows watching in mid-air descended from the sky, and the saint with the name of Winter shed a piece of golden light in her hands to stabilize the girl's injury.

Another shadow came to the magician's side, its bloodless lips moved, and it wanted to say something.

Her life from junior high school to three months ago was given by this magician, and her "double existence" was also given by him. Without him, she would have died long ago. Without him, she would not even have a chance to float, let alone meet the person who gave her new life, but she did it for her friends——

"Um. Thank you, and, I'm sorry."

Thank you for extending your life, and apologize for your behavior today.

"Ujo Kirie?" Araya moved his eyes away from Shiki and towards the girl who had been chosen as a chess piece by him. "There is no need to apologize or thank you. You don't owe me anything. I owe you nothing." You pay for medical expenses for my own personal purpose, and someone has already fulfilled this purpose for you."

"Just, even so, I still want to thank you."

Another Wujo Kirie came to Araya, not a spiritual body but a real body. The dual existence of the same person bowed to Araya at the same time, speaking in unison.

"Without you, I wouldn't be where I am today."

"There really is no change at all, human hypocrisy." Hearing Kirie's sincere thanks, Araya's troubled face not only did not relax at all, but became even tighter, "It's sad, it's really sad."

"Just, even if it's hypocritical, I, we still want to live."

Not knowing where the courage came from, Kirie expressed her thoughts to the terrifying magician.

"It's not sad at all, it's our instinct as humans, it's proof of our existence."

"Yes, you are right. I am hindered by such an instinct. There is only one step left. This unconscious collection of survival instincts hinders me. It is impossible to open the channel, even for those who are born with it. People will also be blocked. It's really - it's such an ugly struggle before death! No one knows the crisis of the world, but everyone subconsciously hopes to live. It is clear that everyone does not save the necrotic world and indulges in pleasure , but everyone unconsciously excludes things that are harmful to their own existence. What is this contradiction? The desire to live pollutes the prayer to live. That evil thought is my enemy."

The magician raised his head and looked at the starry sky above his head, his voice filled with deep resentment.

This resentment could not be understood by Ujo Kirie, who had only twenty years of experience. She could only remain silent until Araya finished speaking for a while and had no intention of continuing, and then asked: "Can I do anything for you? ?”

"One day you will understand that your actions are not gratitude or compassion, but just self-satisfaction and meaningless."

Even now, Araya still has no intention of changing his mind.

"But this time, I will accept your self-satisfaction and help me contact Aozaki Orange. I have something to say to her."

Under the still cold moonlight, Orange's voice transcended the distance limit through radio waves.

"Araya, you failed this time too." Araya didn't answer what Cheng Zi said.

"It's so miserable, collecting people's deaths, creating hells, and experiencing their pain. Doing these things will only bring pain, right? Why do you push yourself to such an extent? Why are you so stubborn in pursuing the source vortex. You Shouldn’t you still be serious about your dream of saving humanity when you were a Taimi monk?”

"——I have long forgotten the reason." After answering, the black magician fell into self-contemplation.

It was a long time ago that there was no way to save humanity. As long as you live, there will be people who will not repay you, and you cannot make everyone happy.

So what is it about humans that cannot be saved? What should we use to repay their lives?

There is no answer. Infinite and finite are equal things. If there are no irredeemable people, there will be no saved people.

Put it this way - relief is like liquid money.

There is no cure for mankind and no salvation for the world, so he wants to record death.

Record the end of things, record the end of the world, so that everything can be analyzed thoroughly. In this way, we should be able to judge what happiness is?

If we can re-see the unrewarded and the unsavable - we can judge what can be called happiness.

If we can understand that after the end of the world, these are the meaning of human beings - these people who died for insignificant reasons will also be given meaning as a whole.

If the world ends, people will be able to discern the value of humanity. Only this is the only, universal salvation.

The rustling sound in the receiver brought Araya's consciousness back to the real world.

"Have you even forgotten the reason? Your hope is nothing and your origin is zero. Then, what are you?"

"I am nothing, I just want to pursue the conclusion. If these ugly, dirty, despicable and ignorant human beings can only leave this history after their death - then I can come to the conclusion that this ugliness is the value of human beings. If I know I can rest assured that ugly, hopeless beings are human beings.”

Although they are not in the same place, the two magicians maintain the same posture, looking up at the stars.

Orange asked: "Is that why you want to contact the source vortex? There are all the records there. Even if there are not, everything can return to nothingness. For your own sake, you want to eliminate all ugly humans."

"That's right. In the final analysis, I am just seeking self-satisfaction."

The sound of taking a breath was heard and the focus of the eyes disappeared. Even so, Araya remained completely motionless, with a troubled expression still on his face. The darkness and heaviness on it was like a philosopher burdened with eternal unsolvable problems.

"——This body has reached its limit."

"Are you going to start over again? How many times has this happened? You really can't learn a lesson."

This was exactly the spiral, the spiral of contradictions, and Araya did not change his expression until the end.

There was obvious contempt in Cheng Zi's words - although she despised him, she did not hate this magician who turned into a concept.

One wrong step. No, if she hadn't made a wrong move, she would have turned into the same thing. It is neither a human being nor a living thing, it just becomes the theoretical embodiment of a simple phenomenon. Now she feels that is really sad.

Aranya coughed and spit out blood. The remaining left half of the body began to turn into ashes and disappear.

"I didn't create a backup of my body. The next time we meet will be next century."

"Maybe there won't be any such thing as a magician by then, and we probably won't see each other again! You will be alone until the end. Even so - you still won't stop?"

"Of course. I will never admit defeat."

Chengzi closed his eyes after hearing this, thinking about the short answer of separation for many years, that was the end.

At the end - she asked Soren Araya a question as a magician named Aozaki Yuko.

"Araya, what are you pursuing?"

"——True wisdom." The black magician's feet were destroyed.

"Araya, where are you pursuing?"

"——Only in my heart." The coat fell, and half of the body was blown away by the wind. Aozaki Orange watched these evolutions.

"Areye, where is your target?" Areye continued to disappear. He only had one mouth left, and disappeared before the words could turn into sounds.

——You already knew that this is the end of this contradictory spiral——

She felt as if this answer was coming to her. Cheng Zi took out a cigarette and lit it silently, but did not put it to her lips. She just watched the wisps of smoke spread in front of her eyes.

The smoke was shaking like a non-existent mirage.