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Empty and lifeless.

One second he was still licking and kissing the corner of his lips, the next second his life force was rapidly dissipating, and his body began to turn into sand.

Saki Koizumi stood up blankly, everything around her was enveloped in a blinding white light.

After the Silver Garden collapsed, she was able to re-establish contact with the outside world.

This time, however, she wasn't communicating with the familiar Voice of the World.

"If I had to die, I would probably choose to fall from the highest point... Tokyo Tower would be a good choice."

The new world consciousness returned the part of her memory that had been cut off to Koizumi Saki.

Amidst the overwhelming amount of information that nearly filled her head, scenes from the past flashed before Koizumi Saki's eyes.

In the side story severed by the previous world's consciousness, she goes on a date with the Silver Garden's boss at an amusement park. On the Ferris wheel, the white-haired woman smiles gently, fireworks exploding outside the window beside her.

Kita Kirihara spoke of the death he longed for.

Falling from a height.

It's like an alternative kind of fireworks.

The new World Consciousness is noticeably stingy, no longer providing the extravagant fuel supply that Koizumi Saki had received before, but it's still enough for her to fly.

They flew to the ruins of the Tokyo Tower, which now consists of only half of its steel frame.

The world is already in a mess.

Koizumi Saki only stayed in the Silver Garden for less than two days, but the flow of time in the outside world was quite exaggerated. Koizumi Saki remembered that when she entered the Silver Garden it was just the end of May, when summer had just begun, but now she could clearly feel the temperature of winter from the cold wind.

The streets were deserted. Saki Koizumi saw a few scattered people searching for food, but the next second, these people gradually became transparent and disappeared completely.

In the sky, there was a huge crack... no, it can no longer be called a "crack" now.

Only a stubborn patch of sky remained, clinging to the heavens like a sticker that hadn't been completely torn off. From this patch, it was clear that it was late at night.

In reality, aside from these scattered points of sky, the exposed void is chaotic and terrifying in color, so gloomy that it swallows up most of the light.

The higher she flew, the more terrifying the wind became. Several suction forces tore at Koizumi Saki's body as she struggled forward, finally landing at the top of the Tokyo Tower, now a piece of scrap metal.

It's not really the top, but rather the halfway section that was cut in half and then melted and solidified by the terrifying heat. Its steel frame is exposed, like a torn bone.

Kita Kirihara sat there, wearing his favorite long trench coat, idly swinging his legs.

She placed her hands on her sides, gazing at the horizon in the distance.

Unfortunately, the world has lost its order; you can't see the night view or fireworks from here.

Sensing the movement behind him, Kita Kirihara turned around.

The white-haired girl still looked like she was seventeen years old, but her slightly childish face was no longer as composed as before. She grinned and gave the most radiant smile that Koizumi Saki had ever seen: "Saki, you're here."

“…” Koizumi Saki stood there, slightly lowering her head, staring into Kita Kirihara’s eyes.

“This is the final performance.” Kita Kirihara stood up, brushed the dust off his clothes, and extended an invitation in a light tone, “Come and help me finish it.”

As Koizumi Saki drew closer to her, she instinctively asked, "What should I do?"

Kita Kirihara grasped her hand and placed the cold, hard object into it.

Saki Koizumi looked down and saw a simple, dull dagger.

She held the dagger in her hand, and the blade was already pressed against Kita Kirihara's chest.

Koizumi Saki's breath hitched. She tried to pull her hand back as if she had been burned, after all, the trauma she had suffered earlier was too great.

But Kita Kirihara grabbed his hand and held it down tightly, making him unable to move.

“If you kill me, everything will be over.” Kita Kirihara leaned closer, her shadow looming over Koizumi Saki.

They were so close that Saki Koizumi could almost count each of her distinct eyelashes. Her warm breath fell on her face, carrying a hint of mint.

Saki Koizumi then realized that Ahara might still be sucking on a candy.

Then, the dagger sank inch by inch into his body.

Amazingly, no blood oozed from the wound.

Why do this?

Koizumi Saki's mind went blank, leaving only Kita Kirihara's calm gaze.

Looking into her eyes, all that remained was calmness and exhaustion.

"Forgive me, Saki," Kita Kirihara replied. "I'm just too tired."

Every story has an ending.

As the main character, she wanted to rest.

“I want to wrap up filming.” Kita Kirihara just chuckled quietly. She lowered her head and brought her face close to Koizumi Saki’s, their noses almost touching.

Even though Kita Kirihara knew perfectly well that he was only giving his life for a play that had been going on since birth, and that he shouldn't have any emotional fluctuations, his eyes unexpectedly welled up with tears.

Then, she slowly straightened up, her body swaying slightly.

—The northern front fell backward.

She slightly widened her eyes, the world's dome reflected in her clear, crimson pupils.

Something gushed out from the wound on her chest.

Those are endless stories.

Sparkling, like burning gems, everyone's stories.

Kita Kirihara has traveled through tens of thousands of worlds, each one bringing her an extremely dazzling [story].

Whether joyful or sorrowful, these precious memories are firmly etched in her heart.

These precious stories burst forth from the wounds of Kita Kirihara, soaring straight into the shattered sky like snowflakes flowing backward, or like a long dragon swirling in the sky, rapidly repairing the cracks in the world.

Kita Kirihara, meanwhile, began to fall amidst the fierce winds.

Her soul felt lighter than ever before, yet her body felt incredibly heavy, and she was pulled downwards by gravity.

Kita Kirihara realized from the beginning that it was impossible to keep operating if it only pinned its hopes on earning fuel.

She will break down sooner or later; the world cannot continue to function this way forever.

The world stage must be restored to its full reality.

To achieve this, two conditions must be met.

First, there is a large amount of fuel.

Kita Kirihara turned the camera on himself during his last live stream, achieving this much to the surprise of the viewers in the chat.

The second is to completely eliminate the protagonist.

She gave up all her stories, all the components that made her who she was, using Kita Kirihara herself to complete the world system, which was not intelligent and was even quite incomplete.

Completely erase the original system and build a real, complete reality on top of it, using her as the foundation.

After that, there will be no more scripts of fate, no more protagonists or supporting characters will be born on this land, and there will be no more audiences.

Kita Kirihara's consciousness gradually faded.

The howling wind still filled her ears, drowning out Saki Koizumi's calls for her.

Her body drew ever closer to the ground, but her soul grew increasingly detached, dissipating into the天地 (heaven and earth).

The world that follows will be even less real than what is depicted in the script.

The same lies, the same hypocrisy.

But it will be reality.

No longer recorded in scripts, no longer having a predetermined direction, no longer considered entertainment... even illogical—

--Reality.

Kita Kirihara plummeted to the ground, with a raging wind and an unprecedentedly vast sky behind him.

A corner of the sun rose from the horizon, and the morning sun shone on her, shining into her eyes, making them sparkle.

Her figure gradually disappeared as she fell, like grains of light scattered by the wind.

The barrage of comments, broken by signal interference, faded from her sight, and her mind was unusually quiet.

Even as his consciousness faded into final darkness, Kita Kirihara's lips remained curved in a smile.

Kita Kirihara completely lost consciousness before even touching the ground.

Saki Koizumi instinctively reached out, only to grasp a handful of light.

She stood silently atop Tokyo Tower, realizing something, and gazed at the rising sun on the horizon.

The timeline will restart as the world upgrade is completed, and the memories in your mind will disappear quickly, just like the data wiped during a closed beta test.

Saki Koizumi stared at the rising sun, subconsciously wiping her face, only to find it completely wet.

Before she even realized it, Saki Koizumi was already in tears.

Then, the last message that had been painstakingly sent before the signal was cut off floated past her:

【Huh?! I thought A-Yuan would be a good person?!】

It was reflected in Saki Koizumi's eyes.

—The World of Koizumi— (End of Text)

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