My consciousness kept trying to blank out.
⸢What would it be like if the 'Ways of Survival' was real?⸥
Whether that was my own thoughts, or something that was recorded on the [Final Wall], or maybe even…
⸢If there was a world where I can fight alongside the characters from the 'Ways of Survival'….⸥
….The imaginations of the 'Most Ancient Dream', I couldn't be sure.
Countless memories rushed in like a sudden incoming wave. Imaginations that unfolded in a messy cacophony became the fuel for the stories in another world. The living reality had become the 'tragedy'.
⸢Wait, now that I think about it, what happens to the old world after Yu Jung-Hyeok regresses? ….I should ask the author-nim in the comment section.⸥
I always thought that I remembered the 'Ways of Survival' better than anyone else. I was proud that I had read the novel diligently, much more so than anyone else, too. So why couldn't I recall much about 'myself' that read the novel?
Maybe, I was…
[You have become the 'Character'.]
Sparks overflowed above my Incarnation Body. [The 4th Wall]'s functions were coming to a halt. My heart was madly pounding away, and unidentifiable screams reverberated within my devastated mind. My head faltered, and I somehow managed to suck in several deep breaths.
[The 4th Wall] was right. Maybe, I already knew.
There were simply too many hints.
⸢I was far too lucky in this world, and⸥
⸢Everything in this world seemed to be geared towards my convenience, and⸥
⸢At times, this world even felt sloppy.⸥
If all of these were the result of the 'Most Ancient Dream's blessing, then…
⸢The genesis of all the world-lines, the original world-line.⸥
I raised my head back up, then clenched my energyless fists slowly. [The 4th Wall] was no longer around, but my mind was calm. No, I had to believe that I was calm.
Only I knew the conclusion of this world.
Giiiii-iiing…
The [Unbreakable Faith] screeched out. I slowly walked forward.
The boy raised his head up from the notebook to look at me.
Tsu-chuchuchu!
“…..Uh??”
The boy's eyes, that didn't know anything.
I couldn't avoid that gaze. Those were the eyes of a child who had no one to rely on in this world, somehow managing to carry on day by day.
The boy busy rubbing his eyes hard as if he saw phantoms, was looking at me.
⸢In order to destroy
I had made up my mind at the beginning of
['Demon King Transformation' is activating.]
Pitch-black wings spread out from the torn shoulder blades. The boy's eyes looking at me widened.
“Ah, ah…??”
A voice that felt so ancient. Right, I used to possess such a voice in the past, didn't I? I walked one step at a time towards such a child.
['Angel Transformation' is activating.]
Chapter end
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