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

"——I already knew that [you have no way of predicting the future]."

"Bang!"

The door was opened. There was no time to put on shoes. He stood barefoot in the cold wind, staring blankly at Udumbara beside the door.

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They stared at each other for a long time, until Udumbara's night eyes reflected the transparent snow and the priest's bare feet were frozen red.

"……How to say?"

It was a bit ugly, bringing out an empty smile that did not belong to the omniscient and omnipotent one.

"...Don't let other believers see this face, or they will go crazy."

Udumbara sighed, wrapped a bandage around it, put on the scapula, and hung the offering back into the room like a roast duck.

The blood was wiped off with other bandages, and Udumbara folded his arms towards the dazed priest.

"After all, future prediction is something that can be changed - we have tried it many times in your previous life."

"..."

"The will of God can cause the future to change... and a changed future is not a foreseeable future."

In contrast to the grandfather paradox, the same is true about the ability to predict the future - if the future can be changed, then the predicted future itself would not be valid.

"Your situation is different from that wheelchair thing. Forget about predicting the future. You can twist the timeline into any shape. It can't resist... and as a human, its sensibility cannot support the property of distorting the future and calling it foreknowledge."

It’s a bit confusing to say - but the core lies in whether subjective will exists or not.

"That's right - you don't have a 'predicted' future, but only a 'guessed' future - it's not that you have seen the future, but that the future is extending in the direction you guessed."

If there is a difference, it is the difference between looking at the top of the deck and putting a card of your choice on the top of the deck.

"It's you who made them what you wanted them to be, it's you who led this guy down this path...it's also you who led these pains, these choices and struggles."

The sacrifice was made while his head was lowered. Outside the window, the wind and snow were drifting endlessly.

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A few more months

"Boom boom boom!"

"Okay, it's my fault - not just you, but those evil gods are also wrong... so can you let me in?!"

The bandages, covered with spring soil, knocked against the door.

"... Let me be alone for a while. "

"Boom boom boom!"

"You've been saying this for months! That b*tch has already defeated the seven evil gods and returned home! What prophecy did you change?! Why is she living with an elementary school student?!"

Udumbara was going crazy while knocking.

"I have already met this guy once disguised as a shadow expert, but you still haven't shown up! If she continues like this, she will go in the direction of lolita and never come back! Is this okay?!"

It was the first time that the ritual saw Udumbara so mad.

——To be honest, I was a bit introverted at first and wanted to imitate the legend of Amano Iwato.

However, I later found that staying at home and playing games was really fun, so I rarely went out.

...But she found Udumbara's anxious look a little interesting.

"I will make him happy - what she said, a safe, peaceful, and prosperous life."

The priest's eyes flickered.

"He's like the protagonist of the mobile game I play - I want him to live a life surrounded by beautiful girls."

"You're right! But what about pyroxene?! This average age?!"

——No, it’s really fun.

Intending to make people laugh, she continued half-jokingly.

"If the average age is not high enough, I can go myself..."

"You're only one fucking year old in this life!!!"

The ritual felt very happy - although talking to Udumbara was painful most of the time... but sometimes, it was also very happy.

"...Are you serious?"

As if realizing what the priest said, Udumbara suddenly stopped knocking on the door.

"..."

"...Since you have this awareness, then you can explain it to him yourself—"

How is her mood?

"It just so happens that he got into a fight with someone from the company's North American branch, and now there are still remnants of the Dark Game."

The ritual could not be guessed.

"……well?"

Before the ritual could even react, Ubata snapped his fingers.

——Yes, she can invoke some of the power of the ritual.

"[The cabin in the woods]."

Imitating the form of the Dark Game, the remaining Dark Game was linked to him - he was also simply connected.

"【Time, please stop!】"

Ji Li's pupils suddenly shrank, and time stopped the moment that figure stepped in.

——Open the door, put the comics into the closet, sweep up the food residue, hide the game console and other things in the void, wipe off the blood stains, and tidy up the clothes...

All that needs to be left in the middle of the wooden house is a table - perfectly seasoned tea, a god sitting upright, the sound of wind chimes and the scent of spring grass.

Udumbara, who could move while time was stopped, watched the ritual with great interest. He left a meaningful look and disappeared from the spot like smoke.

Until time starts flowing again.

"Ms. Riddler...long time no see."

The nine-legged spider appeared exhausted after meeting each other for a long time.

Ji Li sipped his tea and stood up to greet—

"……Oh!"

I was a little excited and when I stood up I took a wrong step and fell.

——It’s because I haven’t adapted to the passage of time.

"Spider, long time no see - I see your misogyny seems to have improved a bit, so I came to see you now ~ Did you miss me?"

——Anyway, he took the initiative... Anyway, he didn't know who pulled him here.

However, the spider did not react.

"How is it? Have you done anything to do with the trembling? Can you enter the Night Sheep Society in the plot? Are you happy living with Loli?"

--broken.

Why can I only think of these words?

Ji Li tried to organize his words, but couldn't find a better topic - he broke out in a cold sweat and even wanted to start over.

…The god, feeling a little disappointed, glanced at the void where the game console was hidden.

——I hope I won’t be discovered.

Each deck can have up to three cards of the same name:

Chapter 334 67 I wish all lovers in the world...

When I regained consciousness, I listened to her story about me - a story that was, in short, not what I had imagined.

It's clearly about my business, but it keeps touching on things that I can't touch.

"..."

She held me in silence, letting the scent of wine and bread surround me.

"...will it hurt?"

I touched my hand gently to her belly, where bruises left ugly marks on the white skin.

"It's okay—I asked for it."

Her expression became gentler.

"This feeling of atonement... the pain is comfortable because of this kind of emotion. I understand it for the first time."

There was a smile on that plain white face.

"..."

——When people look into the abyss, they lose their reason.

I always thought that if I had enough strength, I would not encounter such things.

However, when the abyss of prying eyes appeared before my eyes, but I was unable to use the means called killing on it, I felt for the first time the weight of something beyond human nature.

"——Are you the future you or the past you?"

As I looked up at the top of the furniture store with lifeless eyes, I couldn't help but think of this question.

"In the transition period - if I am summoned and resurrected by the War Knight, the future vision I used before will not be very useful... But compared to the future me who knows nothing, I can still call up information from the past."

She propped herself up somewhat tiredly, put on her plain white shoes and socks, and let the cooing sounds come out.

"So, there is more than one ritual? - Anyone can do it as long as they meet certain conditions?"

"...Yeah - this isn't the first time you've heard of this, is it?"

"I just didn't think about it..."

——I might just not have thought about it.