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Just slowly raised his head, staring at Kiz with a dark light in his eyes.
"Has your heart been captured by a vast expanse of lush green land?"
“No, it’s just a struggle for territory, barely maintaining a balance.” Kiz’s voice was as relaxed as ever, as if he were talking about a trivial matter. “In the end, too much life is disgusting enough.”
Justt's breathing quickened almost imperceptibly for a moment. Without hesitation, he continued to ask:
Do you think the dream of embarking on a long journey is beautiful?
“No.” Kiz’s answer was as cold and hard as iron, and it came out almost immediately.
"That is the extreme of our wrong direction. We should be content with where we are now, but we insist on conquering everything in sight and will not stop until we have wasted all the resources."
His smile carried pure joy, a kind of exhilaration born from seeing through the essence of life.
silence.
An indescribable silence.
The night breeze swept across the deck, the waves murmured, and the mechanical hum was so faint it seemed to be nonexistent.
Just did not respond immediately; his knuckles were slightly white, as if he were clenching something unspeakable in pain.
After several seconds, he finally managed to speak.
"...Therefore, we cannot be saved."
His voice was low and deep, almost a murmur, but everyone present could hear it clearly.
"It's not a problem with humanity, but that intellectual life cannot be saved."
"Because we have mistaken beautiful things for real ones."
They mistook something beautiful for something else.
For a magician, this is the most fatal mistake.
If one makes a mistake based on this, no matter how persistent one is or how much effort one accumulates, one will ultimately fail to reach the correct answer.
The path a magician chooses to take is inherently contrary to the correct answer.
Even the most outstanding student will not be able to arrive at a solution if the question itself is wrong.
Kiz nodded slowly, his gaze gentle to the point of pity.
"That's right, we were wrong."
His smile remained, but his captivating beauty, even the outline of light, turned to darkness at this moment.
"We should consider the darkness, which is beyond the reach of light, to be beautiful."
In that instant, the sea surface where the Deathline Joy Ship was floating was gradually covered by Kiz's Reality Marble.
Like shattered glass, the texture of the world has been displaced silently, the reflection of light has become unstable, and darkness has spread like a tide.
"What we should consider beautiful is the void where nothing is moving."
Kiz looked up at the sky.
That place—is the cosmic space where all heat has been taken away.
No light, no sound, no life.
If all life could understand that kind of beauty, if everyone in the world could accept that nothingness is the highest ideal, then—
War will disappear completely.
"But things didn't turn out that way."
Kiz's voice remained gentle, but it carried an undeniable sincerity.
For example, it's like praying.
It's like being alone in a church that's been closed for a hundred years, facing a silent God and a priest who is constantly angry.
"You are right, perfect, like a completed equation."
Just looked up at Kiz again.
"oh oh."
Kiz's face was full of joy.
Perhaps due to the nature of the inherent barrier, the Seventh Demon City is no longer able to function normally.
Even if Matou Ike tries to intervene, the swordsmen of light surrounding him will hinder him.
However, the outcome is about to be decided, and the game is about to end.
“But—” Just added, “it was through error that I was saved.”
"Oh?"
step.
Juste strode forward.
"Your correctness only deals with things that haven't even been born yet; it's all theoretical. So it's correct, so it's beautiful, so it can't save things that are alive."
Kiz looked very bored.
“My descendants actually want to be saved!”
"I want to hear your answer, the answer that has been derived over two thousand years."
Just answered, waiting, waiting for the answer from his ancestor—
"This planet was wrong from the start."
"Life is cruel simply by existing."
"Flowers, grass, beasts, and humans are all equal pieces of dog shit."
Kiz's voice was so gentle it was almost cruel.
He showed no anger, no ecstasy, not even pity; he simply declared the fundamental fallacy of the world in the most matter-of-fact tone.
Humans seem to be a kind of beast that cannot celebrate life without sacrifice.
Kiz doesn't think this is wrong.
Matou Ike didn't think it was wrong either.
But in this world, there is no absolute right or wrong.
Everyone has their own position.
Each person's perspective is a reflection of their own surroundings.
This is not an argument that can be measured by logic, nor is it an answer that can be deduced using magic formulas.
There has never been an answer to this question.
In the words of Eastern mysticism—
Different road non-phase plan.
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Chapter 534 Realistic Barrier
In a world bound by the "stagnation" created by the inherent barrier of a nascent star, the stiff fingers finally trembled slightly.
More than ten swordsmen of light surrounded them, like still blades of light, exuding a cold killing intent.
Their swords trembled slightly, as if they had smelled blood, ready to crush any resistance in an instant.
Then, Matou Ike spoke.
——"Dieser Korper ist ein Riss, dieses Herz ein Abgrund."
(This body is a crack, this heart is an abyss.)
A low murmur echoed within the enchanted barrier, like a whisper seeping from a crack.
In an instant, the magic circuit became scorching hot.
It was as if a long-dormant furnace had been ignited by blazing flames in an instant.
The high temperature spreads from the heart, traveling along the magic circuit to every part of the body, like a black line of fire running through the spinal cord.
——"Blutlinien reichen zurück in uralte Zeiten, Seelen losen sich im schwarzen Schlamm auf."
(Bloodline traces back to antiquity, soul dissolves into black mud.)
Black mud surged, and the abyss opened.
The magic circuits that had merged with the nervous system gradually became distorted, acquiring a deeper form of existence.
The principle of the Blood Ring spread to every corner of the soul; it was a spell that should have been triggered only by the magic of the Dead Apostles.
But now it is being reshaped within flesh and blood.
——“A labyrinth of withered boughs, decay nurtures the crimson soil.”
(The dense forest, intertwined like an iron cage, breeds decay and blood-soaked soil.)
The incantation is poetic, but it lacks any aesthetic appeal.
That was neither praise nor prayer, but a kind of ancestral incantation.
A curse upon the world, upon life, and even upon oneself.
The swordsmen of light moved at the very last moment of their incantation.
Their blades burst forth with dazzling light in an instant, and more than ten streaks of light intersected and arrived.
At that moment, Just suddenly cut between the two from the side and took swift action.
His drone quietly started up, its robotic arm drawing precise trajectories in the air.
Using the alchemical calculation abilities he learned from the Atlas Institute, Juste precisely blocked the movement routes of the Light Swordsmen.