Do you like Yu-Gi-Oh even if it's like this?

She just looked like she had a lot of stories, and then she accepted her death calmly and happily.

6 I think it has something to do with the omniscience of the ritual - she realized how heavy this omniscience was and how inescapable it was, so she decided to put an end to it.

㈢As the queen, she shouldn't have appeared in the manor, but she came anyway.

Hiss abandoned his duties as a stable incumbent and came here.

The road leading to the outside of the manor was set on fire, and the people in the manor also welcomed the jubilant death at the banquet.

② The frozen picture is that of a martyr, which is definitely not the responsibility of a leader.

...Even dragging me to death was a unified result, which she thought was the best ending.

"The cult will revive you and me, this time the plague will be properly controlled, and we will be saved by God once again.

—Nothing we do will make sense... I don't, and neither do you."

[The Collapsed Tower of Babel] - It is a symbol of being human and denying human achievements.

She denied the wisdom and courage of people, probably because she became the queen after the sacrifice ceremony.

But I want to deny her.

——No, this was not my responsibility, what reason did I have to deny her? In the end, she was right.

"Love without knowing it, seek without obtaining, see without recognizing it."

But, quicker than I could think, I tried to speak before I fell.

She just stared at me, her gaze fixed.

“Only fools seek meaning.”

The violent storm of sand and gravel tried to slow my fall to the ground, but it seemed to have little effect.

I can only increase my efforts.

"If the Tower of Babel is meaningless, then rebuild it - I want to build a wonder! So what if it harms the country?!"

Alice also emerged from behind me, dragging my body and trying to fly, but the ruthless gravity still pulled me down, as if it was an incidental part of the rules of the dark game itself.

"Those who use f*cking philosophy to guide their behavior are all crazy! Those who use life to guide their behavior are all numb!"

——If the Tower of Babel represents the mutual communication and understanding between people…

"I am the one who is both crazy and numb!!"

——Then I don’t need that kind of thing.

Amidst the roar, I tried—

As the fine sand and gravel rolled together, they took on a certain shape - towering into the clouds, pure and beautiful.

In mid-air, a tornado of sand appeared out of nowhere - it was violent and twisted, hitting my flesh and causing pain. It sucked me in and tortured me repeatedly in the eye of the storm, but it also stopped another dark game from causing fatal damage to me.

The bones of the people I killed turned into sand, and amid the roars of ghosts, they formed another distorted tower of Babel - shining brightly with the moonlight in the sky.

"Let me show you this!! This is——my Tower of Babel!!"

…I’m not sure if she heard it when she hit the ground and crumpled into a pulp.

——But in short, I survived, and her failure added bricks and tiles to my Tower of Babel and grew new shoots.

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"Cough...cough..."

When I came back to reality, I gasped for breath.

The wounds on my body left by the sand and gravel were aching slightly. I tried hard to ignore this psychological illusion and looked at the guy who should have been smashed into a pulp.

“Hey…”

——It’s not that simple after all.

Although the age of eleven or twelve had shrunk to that of seven or eight, he still looked unharmed.

The blessing this guy received seemed to be able to turn all the injuries and diseases he suffered into a buff that reduced his body's age.

"You, damn it, you're leaking things..."

She originally wanted to act as if she was cold and stern before she shrank, but the green-haired girl could only grit her teeth in anger.

"Immortal?... If that's the case, no matter how many times, I'll do it until you fall..."

My eyes became fierce, and I turned my head to avoid the arrow of light shot from her fingertips, preparing to play the dark game again.

"Okay, that's it!"

However, with a loud high-five out of nowhere, the Arrow of Light and the activation of my Dark Game were forcibly suppressed.

"——Festival?"

There was no one around - but that voice was undoubtedly the ritual.

"I'm not here right now - I'm busy with something else. Could you please stop?"

Her voice was unexpectedly a little tired, and it seemed that she was not really here, but was pointing and talking here through a method similar to transmitting sound over a thousand miles.

"…You won't come to see me even if it means lying, Master of the Priesthood?"

"…That's not the case. The situation is rather special."

Facing the green-haired girl's somewhat inappropriate question, Ji Li replied somewhat awkwardly:

"First of all, Miss Coke - I can find your name here, but... well, you claim to have a connection with my past, but I don't think I'm evil enough to attack a seven or eight-year-old girl."

"...?!"

"puff……"

When I heard the answer from the priest, I laughed because I just remembered the child's name.

Coke was stunned as if he was struck by lightning.

"Sacrifice... ceremony..."

"Ah~~Ah~~I lost my memory~~I don't know~~I don't know anything~~"

Super perfunctory - sometimes I think that the rituals may be even more disrespectful than me...

“Wuwuwu… Wahh ...

As if her intelligence was affected by her physical condition, the little girl in front of her started crying - her cry was very sharp, completely different from her cold appearance at the beginning.

"What's this……"

"crunch~"

Behind me, the door was pushed open - and Yao poked his head out.

"…Call me when you're done."

"Boom!"

The door is closed.

--What?

I had just finished playing a dark game, and I was a little tired and hadn't reacted yet - the current situation seemed like I was alone with a naked little girl in a restaurant full of dead people, and I made her cry.

——The only sacrificer who was “present” did not show up.

“…That’s about enough.”

I sighed and thought to myself that since this isn't modern society, I'm not afraid of social demise - but then I changed my mind and thought that with such thoughts, I'd surely end up in trouble over something like this one day.

Or is adaptation such a terrible thing, and I have taken another step towards becoming a scumbag?

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I really want to post it, it feels a bit like a stand-alone ()

Ultra mainstream shadows:

Chapter 197 67 Black hair is out of print~

Trivia: In Trails of the Pendulum, the tip of the magician's hat is not pointing to the red and blue lines on the left and right of the background, but is tilted to the right.

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"So, can I go back?"

——Of course I have no reason to comfort an enemy who just wanted to kill me... No matter how the ritual encourages me, it's useless.

"Whether you two want to reminisce or chat about politics is none of my business, right? I'll just take them back first."

I am really tired - as an indoor person, I have been running around for several days and nights, and I don’t know how to face myself who made a vow to “never work”.

"..."

The priest was silent for a moment and gave an affirmative answer.

A nun who appeared at some point bowed in the direction of the ritual sound, holding in her hand Rashia who was found somewhere... It seemed that she was barely resurrected, but it was unknown how.

By the way, it smells so strong of alcohol... Was Lacia soaked in a wine barrel?

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"What do you think of him?"

“… (sobs)”

"People are like sand - they can't be crushed, they can't escape, they can't be blown up, they can't be fried, they are like copper peas that ring loudly."

“… (sobs)”

"hey-hey……"

The voice in the air laughed a little silly.

The conversation between the two was fruitless, as if they were parallel lines - Ji Li was unable to pull the other party's conversation into his own rhythm.

This is natural. Without her memories, she, who usually relies on omniscience and omnipotence, cannot even hold a conversation when this thing is no longer effective.