I, the Masked Swordsman, started my journey through a Lostbelt.

Britain was in an extremely unusual situation.

Merlin, who was imprisoned in the courtyard, noticed something was wrong.

Everything was normal until it was destroyed by the calamity, but now some alien realm has appeared that is eroding the world.

"A world-corrupting barrier? No... compared to a world-corrupting barrier... its nature is far worse and more destructive..."

Merlin rested his chin on one hand and pondered.

A bounded field could not possibly have such a strong presence.

Moreover, it's impossible to go that far; there are almost no ways in the world to fundamentally change one's mindset.

Even the magic he had heard of might not be able to achieve that.

Only one thing can be connected with the principles of the world.

That is the most fundamental "root" of the world, the key element that gives rise to all things.

"Could it be... that this is magic that creates the world from its own ideas...? Impossible... such a spell could not have been created... the restraining force could not allow humans to create such a spell!"

Merlin was deep in thought.

His clairvoyance allows him to see the past and present, so it is certain that no human being has ever been able to do what Du Wei did.

Even magic is insufficient to describe it.

Only beings of equal status to the world could create such evil magic.

Merlin could only speculate in this way.

At least, such a thing doesn't exist on this planet.

Incomprehensible and unparsable.

Even Merlin, who possesses the qualifications of a Grand Magician, could not grasp the basics of the Eternal Destruction spell.

"The only option is to change our perspective..."

Merlin turned his clairvoyant gaze to Du Wei.

However, something is different compared to before.

As the gaze shifts to Duve, nestled in the heart of the ruins, a repulsive aura emanates from her.

Eyes that see through the world have captured it.

Something in the distant sky is watching me.

They sensed the vast difference in their social standing and were almost entirely bewildered by the outcome.

This has never happened before.

There is no object in my memory that can compare to it.

It can be seen that it resembles an ouroboros, and its overall size is so enormous that it is almost maddening.

I don't know if my body is acting out of fear.

Moving around seems to have become a luxury.

Merlin wanted to look away from that quality, not wanting to draw the other person's attention with his gaze.

Just as he thought that—in an instant.

The snake's gaze turned toward where he was.

"Ughh ...

The nauseating amount of information pierced my brain like cold iron nails, constantly churning within.

Merlin's soul was corrupted simply by his gaze.

Like a small fish in a waterfall, they are driven mad by the imposed truth and reality.

"************ (Hehe, that's rare, looks like we share the same interests. But it's a pity...)"

The incomprehensible list of words, sounds, and information, along with its quality, ravaged and destroyed Merlin's soul.

My eyes felt as if they were ignited by flames, and my vision was instantly stained with darkness.

Warm blood slowly flowed down his cheeks from his eyes.

My whole body felt like it was paralyzed by toxins.

Sometime later, he fell to the ground and was unable to move.

That enormous being completely disregarded the situation and state of affairs here.

No poison, no matter what kind, can compare to it.

The sound is so intense it makes you want to tear your ears apart, and the sight of it makes you want to gouge out your eyes. The pressure seems to emanate from nowhere.

What kind of happiness would it be to be able to smash your skull and cleanse your brain?

"*************** (This is now my exclusive theater dedicated to the goddess; no one else is needed. Please leave now.)"

An unknown message from another world was conveyed.

A soul-crushing, piercing sensation washed over me.

"Aaaaaahh ...

His eyes were completely deprived of sight, and his body was under tremendous pressure, almost causing him to faint.

Merlin gritted his teeth and endured the excruciating pain of his soul being burned.

The pain of simply having one's sight cut off is immense.

Why do I want to know about such an existence?

Both your thoughts and will will be devoured by the other party; gazing at him will only lead to eternal damnation.

"Hoo... Ha... Ha...!"

He lay on the ground like a stray dog.

Opening eyes that have lost their sight, one cannot see the light.

The lingering trauma to the soul has not subsided.

The telescope was completely destroyed in the fire.

From this day forward, Merlin could no longer use these eyes to see the world, nor could he observe the stories of others.

They can only be imprisoned in this courtyard.

However, this does not mean that Merlin gained nothing.

"Huff... Huff... That mass is enormous... Why would something like that appear in a Lostbelt...!"

Requesting flowers?

Merlin dared not recall the scene that had just occurred.

Even a semi-nightmare that doesn't understand human emotions will experience the fear that any creature feels when facing death.

Now he can only wait in this Tower of Paradise.

At the very least, we should warn the general history of humankind.

Chaldea cannot resolve that Lostbelt, and based on the information obtained previously, we can already guess the final possibility.

It will become a magical realm that no being can enter.

......

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The Void Hell embodies a domineering principle.

Flames, steel, and storms ravaged the ruined battlefield.

The longer they exist in this other world, the weaker they become, and the meaning left by the three great calamities diminishes.

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The Calamity of Fire and the Calamity of Beasts could not rise up.

Only the most powerful cursed calamity, Cornunos, remains capable of fighting against Duvi.

The blade unleashed a dark red shockwave that tore the Beast God apart.

Unable to mend itself through the quality of its soul, K was utterly powerless; even the curse was weakened to the point of being as gentle as a breeze.

The surging hand of curses is turning into dust and dissipating.

Deprived of meaning, they are incredibly fragile.

Thrust, cleave, sweep, split.

Du Wei unleashes dozens of powerful waves every second.

Its power can shatter clouds and split seas, and it possesses the strength to break mountains.

An endless barrage of slashes ensued.

The scene of gradually crushing Cornunos unfolds before our eyes, and space itself is swallowed up by the blade.