After reaching the maximum level, my "soft rice system" finally arrived.

Even for a true god, it would be extremely difficult to find any trace of a world in that pure nothingness.

only--

Completely banish a civilized planetary plane from the multiverse.

Such a great achievement accomplished by an individual is by no means without a price.

"If the original you, with that broken soul, could still barely hold on—"

"Then, under the complete release of the secret fire at this moment—in just a few minutes, your soul will be completely incinerated, with no possibility of resurrection."

“Even if many false gods do not acknowledge it, you who wield the supreme mystery of the Secret Fire are indeed beings of the same rank as me.”

"To us, great beings who reign supreme over the entire multiverse, the rights and wrongs of a mere parallel world are nothing but fleeting illusions, utterly insignificant..."

"If you wish, you can even completely replicate every detail of the entire civilization and rebuild it in the new world."

Is it worth it for such a fleeting, illusory dream?

Those chilling words echoed once more in the golden elf's ears.

For Vimers, who has the ability to travel between parallel worlds, everything that happens in a single plane is indeed no different from a dream or illusion.

No matter how magnificent the scenery, how heart-wrenching the epic, or how tragic the emotions—

After witnessing it thousands of times, it naturally becomes commonplace, making it difficult for her, as an observer, to feel even the slightest ripple in her heart.

To different dimensions, Vimers, who controls the mystery of the supreme space, is like a player with a control panel.

If she wanted, building a magnificent kingdom or destroying an entire civilization would be a simple thought for her.

As such a high and mighty controller of space, travelers and passersby of countless worlds—

She shouldn't have lingered in any particular world, much less have invested so much emotion in it...

Just as humans never feel the slightest remorse for causing an entire ant kingdom to be flooded due to their unintentional actions.

only......

"really--"

"This place is special."

Space is disappearing.

The spirit realm, the astral realm, the abyss... everything is rapidly fading away, constantly being pulled further and further away.

A surge of emotion rose with the blazing light of the secret fire, silently burning away the already shattered soul of the golden elf.

A burning pain that reached the depths of the soul arose, but was suppressed by the surging emotions.

"After completing the 'Dimensional Exile'—"

"The Western Continent will then be completely separated from the entire multiverse, and will be completely free from the covetousness of the gods."

The sound echoed in the blazing firelight.

In that burning sensation of her soul being consumed, the images of her memories surged into Vemers' mind once again.

The arcane capital, filled with the scent of books, sees wizards carrying ancient texts and tomes in and out; the Dark Tower, where heated arguments frequently erupt in its meeting rooms...

Then there's Kieran, who's always being persecuted in the Darkest Tower, and Akshia, the ice sprite who seems to harbor inappropriate thoughts about her apprentice...

Countless images surged and intertwined within the depths of Vimers's heart.

Finally, the flowing image once again froze on the Starry Moon Forest, where a magnificent sea of ​​flowers bloomed in the midnight—

And then there's the black-haired boy amidst the sea of ​​flowers.

"The Tower of Extreme Darkness, and the Western Continent..."

"It will have a future that is far more prosperous, freer, and brighter than ever before—"

"only......"

The whispers went unheard.

"In that bright future that belongs to the Tower of Darkness—"

"There will be no more..."

"My shadow."

Amidst the burning secret fire, Vemus closed her eyes slightly.

Whether it's stars, planets, or cosmic dust and comets...

Everything was moving faster, as if the stars were shifting.

And so, Vemus silently watched the changes in the laws of the world, feeling her soul being eroded by the secret fire, the weakening sensation gradually enveloping her spiritual world.

however--

next moment.

The flow of the world, the changes in the laws, and the process of banishing the Western Continent suddenly came to a standstill.

The golden elf opened its eyes in confusion.

Immediately afterwards, she unconsciously widened her eyes.

A tall, straight figure pierced through the stagnant depths of space—

Then, step by step, he came to her.

He was a black-haired wizard, whose dark eyes seemed to sparkle with starlight.

No, it's not "as if".

Instead, there is a truly magnificent sea of ​​stars flowing behind him, reflecting the real cosmic landscape.

He was bathed in the starlight, his features distinct and profound, exactly like the boy in the Golden Elf's memory.

This is what I, a forsaken person abandoned by time, encounter during this long wandering—

The only variable.

......

"teacher......"

"From childhood to adulthood, whether as a reader or a writer, what I despise most is those stories that are forced to have a tragic ending in the name of so-called realism, aesthetics, or literary art."

"I simply don't agree with the idea of ​​'beauty in imperfection'."

"The idea that happiness can only be achieved by sacrificing someone... no matter how logical the story is, or how well the motives and reasons are given, I still won't accept it."

"If the bright future of the Western Continent and the Black Tower must be built on the sacrifice of some..."

"I'd rather not have that kind of 'bright future'."

"I devoted myself to studying arcane arts, researching spells day after day..."

"So that one day, when my destined fate does not go as I wish, I will have the power to change my destiny."

And so Ciel came to Vimers's side.

Looking at that tall and straight figure in front of me.

The golden elf smiled quietly, a smile tinged with tears.

"Teacher, when was your most glorious moment? Was it the moment you became a legend?"

"And I am now."

Soft words whispered in Vemers' ears.

“I know that the God of War who has completed the path to godhood is very strong. He is connected to infinite parallel worlds and has infinite chances to start over. Although he cannot be said to be truly omnipotent, he is not too far off.”

"But I just don't believe in superstition."

"I'm determined to create a happy ending that satisfies everyone—"

Charles's words seemed unreasonable.

In Vemus's eyes, even from a purely theoretical perspective, the God of War is now beyond any possibility of being defeated.

His every move can connect the power of multiple parallel worlds. Even if Vemus himself erases His divine body with fully unleashed void magic, He can be resurrected in an instant.

By banishing the Western Continent to the chaotic void, thus protecting its civilization and the Tower of Darkness from the covetousness of the God of War... this was the ultimate goal that Vimes could achieve after paying the price of burning her soul.

At this moment, if Vemus were to reseal the Secret Flame, it would be tantamount to giving up halfway, with absolutely no chance to try again.

If it were ten years ago—

That golden elf who never met Ciel, proud and aloof, whose judgment was never clouded by emotions.

I'm afraid they would never agree to Charles's capricious request.

but--

today today.

The Black Tower survivor named Vimers no longer lived solely for revenge.

The frost that had settled on his heart melted away like ice and snow in the warm current.

"fool."