Magician in Type-Moon

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Because I have to maintain this state of blind ignorance, I find it difficult to communicate with others.

Because communication means acquiring information, and once information is acquired, images keep appearing in one's mind.

Once a vision appears, it's possible that, due to the power of wish fulfillment, that vision could actually come to life in this world.

The change occurred on that day.

I had just woken up from a hazy sleep when a few friends were chattering around my desk about an animated movie.

"...Holy crap...that fight scene between Blackie and Bertie was so cool, right?"

When those words entered my mind, I subconsciously thought of this scene that I had seen countless times.

that's all......

Fantasy has become reality.

The five- or six-story teaching building was reduced to rubble in an instant.

The black swordsman and the black berserker fought each other for only a few seconds.

But it was enough to destroy all life on this land in the aftermath of their battle.

"He really is handsome..."

I uttered those words and then died for the first time, not because of the end of the world.

......

This life trajectory made me clearly realize the extent to which this suddenly appearing superpower has grown with each rebirth.

It has become so powerful that it is beyond my control.

Perhaps we really should try to save the world once in order to get life back to normal.

So the first thing to do is wait for the apocalypse to arrive and carefully observe what the apocalypse will actually be like.

The first apocalypse happened before we had a chance to witness it, and we were too lazy to observe the subsequent ones.

So why would the world choose someone like me as its savior?

They chose the wrong person...

In order to maintain the normal trajectory of life until the moment of the apocalypse.

I used my "wish fulfillment" ability to set myself up as an artificial intelligence.

I randomly selected a stable life trajectory that had successfully reached the end of the world in previous simulations and input it as the setting.

Let this "artificial intelligence" replace me and continue my life.

The real me, however, completely shuts down my consciousness, plunging into an abyss of blind ignorance, so that any fleeting illusion might be perceived and inevitably transform into reality.

Being in this state is really uncomfortable, like being in a vegetative state, but the difference is that a vegetative state person can still dream, while I can't even dream.

Because even a dream, once it enters my consciousness, might become reality.

Ten years—this long wait felt like both endless torment and a fleeting moment to me.

The rhythm of time's passage is ambiguous, sometimes rapid, sometimes slow.

But I must be patient, because I cannot allow any thought to become a "possibility".

December 25, 2019, that day finally arrived.

The end of the world is like a response to my expectations.

They honored a non-existent agreement.

Then I cannot break this contract—and so, I finally awoke.

Chapter 350 The Garden of Sinners (Part 31)

The end of the world is coming—

That is……?

I looked up and gazed upwards.

The Milky Way... that distant sea of ​​stars, should have been hanging quietly in the boundless sky.

Now, however, it flows like a surging torrent, seemingly driven by an invisible force, pouring down upon the earth.

That glorious river is no longer the gentle galaxy described by the ancients, but a raging tide carrying destruction, threatening to devour everything.

Vast amounts of stardust and dazzling points of light fell like rain, as if thousands of sword blades were tearing through the night sky.

Light and shadow intertwined, and the air was filled with a scorching and burning atmosphere.

That wasn't a meteor shower; it was the entire Milky Way collapsing—transforming into a band of light filled with destruction and despair, crashing into the fragile earth.

—Like the tolling of a bell announcing the end, it resounded deafeningly in my heart.

My chest was pressed down by an indescribable feeling of suffocation.

Countless fragments flashed through my mind: the world of the past, the people of the past, the memories of the past—all of these would be reduced to dust in this catastrophe.

And me... am I really going to face this complete end?

What happened next...

White--

A terrifying white.

Despairing white.

In that instant, I felt as if I had been plunged into an endless void.

The entire world was swallowed up by that blinding white light. There was no color left between heaven and earth; all boundaries, shapes, and outlines were mercilessly erased, as if wiped away by some indescribable force.

The whole earth—

It's been bleached.

As far as the eye could see, the buildings, trees, rivers, and even the faces that had brushed past me had all vanished completely into the endless white.

The Earth is being scrambled to become a blank slate.

This word immediately came to mind for me.

So it wasn't the Milky Way colliding with Earth after all...

Instead, the galaxy that held this world together collapsed.

It was a dream shattered.

So the world was destroyed.

This is the end.

My consciousness slowly sank into this whiteness.

Like drifting without gravity, it gradually disappeared into the boundless void.

Fear, despair, and all emotions became so distant and meaningless.

......

I was reborn.

Although they learned the truth about the apocalypse.

But I didn't know what to do.

My ability to make my wishes come true is indeed a power of this world.

This refers to the so-called ability of the Imaginary Tree.

Enemy and friend share the same origin.

"Won't it sprout?"

I was reminded of something my stepfather said when I was reborn.

The world cannot be sustained without cultivating the Imaginary Tree.

In other words, if the tree of fantasy cannot take root, the world will collapse.

However, to take root, one needs immense magical power.

But there is no such thing as magic in this world.

Therefore, the end of the world is inevitable.

There are no enemies, nothing to be eliminated.

It's just natural decay.

It is necrosis caused by insufficient energy.

To continue maintaining this state, energy must be obtained.

In other words, only by plundering the energy of other worlds can...

No wonder they wanted to run away.

Qin Shi Huang, Lostbelt, Imaginary Tree...

I've figured it out.

So one night, near the end of August, I used my ability to materialize my imagination to bring my stepfather over.

For me, this was a rare whim.

He just looked at me quietly.

I watched him quietly.

Between the two of them, it was like a silent, cold, and desolate, strange dead city.

With just a moment's distraction, everything—from unlit homes to well-lit convenience stores—seems to collapse after a violent cough.

In a world where everything is numbed, it seems that only the moon is alive, stinging my eyes with its light.

This is what is called a pathological condition.