My personal opinion on Gensokyo

Like a courtyard in the wilderness, it must have been unattended for a long time.

A young man with gray and messy hair was carrying a suitcase and walking across the stone path in the courtyard that was almost covered by weeds.

Stopping in front of the main entrance, the young man took out a bunch of old keys from the pocket of his light-colored long dress.

This was the key to Viscount Wesley Disward's mansion, which was deposited with the Bank of London after the Bank of London confirmed Wesley Disward's mansion and part of the title transfer documents.

After trying several keys, the young man with gray hair finally pushed open the door.

As the young man slowly pushed open the oak door, the dust that had accumulated due to long-term disuse fell down.

"...Ahem."

The young man, whose light-colored long dress was covered by the scattered dust, coughed uncomfortably, took off his hat, and patted it slightly to let the dust on his dress fall off. Then, the young man with gray and messy hair officially stepped into the mansion.

The house was almost bare except for leather sofas, tableware and other furniture.

The strangest thing are the bookshelves in the corners.

An oak bookshelf was embedded in the wall of the house, but there was not a single book on it, and the bookshelf, like other corners of the house, was covered in dust.

The young man with gray and tattered hair approached the bookshelf, raised his hand slightly, and wiped the oak wood of the bookshelf with his index finger.

The fingertips were covered with dust.

The bookshelf itself has been idle for many years.

However, young people in foreign countries are not confused by this.

"...That's admirable prudence, Mr. Wesley."

The foreign young man, full of respect, praised the owner of this mansion.

An interested smile gradually appeared on the bright and handsome face of the young man with gray and messy hair.

"A treasure hunt?... Well, it's time to go find the treasure hidden deep within the mansion."

The young man took a step forward and walked into the depths of the house.

Faint sunlight shone into the house through the window, making the raised dust appear snow-white. The young man walked along the corridor of the house.

Along the way, you can see that the walls of each room are lined with huge bookshelves.

Without exception, the bookshelves in every room were empty.

There was not a single book in the house.

There was not even a trace of transportation left, as if everything had disappeared out of thin air.

The young man with gray and shaggy hair arrived at the last room of the house. The attic faced the courtyard, and the cold stone walls were exposed. In a corner of the room, which looked like a storage room, stood a bookshelf.

Even after reaching the end of the house and obtaining ownership of the house, the young man still found nothing. However, the young man with gray hair was not disappointed. Instead, he bent down patiently and examined it carefully.

Gradually, the patient and observant young man noticed something unusual.

In this last small house, on the old carpet covered with a thin layer of dust, there was a straight mark like a track, which went deep into the wall.

"……found it."

The young man's bright and handsome face was filled with satisfaction, and then he pushed the bookshelf in the corner.

A low sound of gears turning came from deep within the wall, and the bookshelf embedded in the wall slowly opened.

The bookshelf embedded in the wall opened up, revealing a narrow staircase like a secret passage, extending deep into the underground of the mansion.

He picked up the oil lamp in the mansion, lit it, and then, relying on the dim light of the lamp, the young man with gray hair slowly walked down the dim stairs.

Pushing open the door at the end of the secret passage, the young man saw an extremely spacious basement.

The gas lamp on the wall flickered with a faint light, illuminating the dark and damp basement, casting long and narrow shadows on the several piles of columns in the room that were about to collapse.

Looking at the piles of columns that were about to collapse, the young man with gray hair chuckled.

"This is really..."

That strange column is a book.

Countless books, gathered from every room in the mansion, piled up like a mountain, nearly filling the basement. It was hard to tell what the purpose of piling so many books here was; it looked as if they had been carelessly discarded after reading, and had somehow become like this.

The contents of the books are diverse, ranging from popular novels sold near the train station to difficult philosophy books and academic research books.

There are also quite a few books written in ancient or foreign languages.

It was as if the owner of this place was flipping through all the papers with words written on them.

Hidden deep in the piles of tens of thousands of books, a slender and fragile figure curled up inside.

It was a young girl.

The girl sat in an armchair with a book on her lap.

Hidden deep in the ruined mansion, in a dark basement, she was reading.

The young man with gray hair looked quietly at the girl deep in the pile of books.

The girl is as beautiful as a fairy.

Her waist-length black hair was tied up with a lace accessory, and her eyes were as deep as the night sky.

Perhaps it is because of her strong oriental ancestry that she has a distinctive honey-colored skin, which is as delicate and smooth as if blended with milk, and as delicate as noble porcelain.

His clothes were also all black.

It was a strange attire that reminded people of the ancient ceremonial attire of the knights' investiture ceremonies in the glory of the Middle Ages, but it could not be accurately called a formal attire or armor.

The skirt was decorated with multiple layers of ruffles, and the satin ribbons gathered around her worryingly thin waist. The gauntlets and waist armor wrapped around her delicate body did not match the elegant lace-covered clothing at all.

The girl's gaze remained on the book.

The delicate face was like a doll, without any change.

...Nice to meet you.

As he whispered hello to the girl in his heart, the young man with gray hair heard the faint sound of pages turning.

At some point, the girl had already raised her head and was looking at the impolite guest who had barged in.

The pupils, as clear as black crystal, clearly reflected the young man's gentle face.

Quietly admiring the beauty of the girl, the young man from a foreign country felt extremely calm in his heart.

"Who...are you? What are you doing here, human?"

The girl asked this question with her ruby-red lips slightly parted.

The light and pleasant voice is as endearing as the song of the nightingale in the story.

"Why...are you here?"

This is the story of a traveler from a foreign country and the black girl.

PS1: I haven't updated in the past two days, so I'll send you a chapter first. First, let's invite Miss Heizhiduji Dalian to appear. (laughs)

Volume 1: Heian Past and Present Stories: Chapter 1: Crossing Over Requires a God

January 24, 2020, Chinese New Year, New Year’s Eve.

unknown space.

“…It actually exists.”

In the empty hall, a lone young man with shaggy black hair looked up and gazed at the huge ball of light floating above the empty hall, emitting a soft yellow-white light, and he felt an indescribable emotion.

In the empty dark hall, there was a huge glowing egg suspended in the air. As a young man who had been reading online literature since his youth, he quickly understood where this place was and what this glowing egg was.

Five minutes ago, in the city where the young man lived, the Spring Festival holiday arrived. Although express delivery services had been suspended everywhere, the young man with black messy hair was still sitting on a chair, browsing the online shopping platform, hesitating whether to pre-order a very expensive Japanese genuine plastic figurine at the cost of eating dirt after the Spring Festival.

Just when the young man finally made up his mind and pointed his index finger at the settlement button, a mysterious pop-up window suddenly popped up on the phone's interface.

The young man was about to click the checkout button on the page, but due to inertia, he clicked the confirmation button on the mysterious pop-up window without any surprise.

Thus, the young man, engulfed by darkness and dizziness, came to this mysterious and unknown space after a dizzying spin.

"It's like a fraud..."

Scratching the back of his head in distress, the young man stared at the large glowing egg.

"Then, according to the novel's experience, closing your eyes allows you to communicate with this giant egg through your consciousness..."

Although he made such a judgment, the young man was not completely sure. Although the scene before him was the same as in most infinite flow novels, it was different from most infinite flow novels in terms of plot.

Generally speaking, the first scene for a new protagonist in an infinite flow novel is a horror movie world. The newcomers who are selected by the big glowing egg need to survive the first horror movie world before they can come to the Big Egg Square and see the big glowing egg.

He closed his eyes while thinking about the different young men among them.

total darkness.

"Isn't this the wrong method...?"

The young man was surprisingly not panicked by this unusual situation and did not rush to open his eyes. He fell into deep thought.

Suddenly, a ray of light appeared in the darkness. The light quickly expanded, dispelling the darkness, and a crisp female voice sounded in the young man's thoughts.

[Welcome to Chaldea, Doctor.]

...Chaldea Blademaster is okay, and it has the voice of Rie Kugimiya.

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"So, please explain the current situation, Miss Kugimiya Amiya."

The young man said calmly.

[I thought the Admiral would give me a lot of criticism, Favorability +10.]

"You're also the heroine of a love game? And there are even more elements."

The young man remained calm and responded with appropriate complaints.

[Perhaps she's the heroine of a light novel? Of course, that's not important. I had a good first impression of you, Captain, and I hope we can work together well in the future. So, here are the core instructions.]

After a brief pause, Kiana Kugimiya continued her explanation.

[Point 1: Commander, you should have understood your position. Yes, the world you will be traveling to is called an "eclipsed world." From the Commander's perspective, this refers to the world you are in, and the many worlds that appear in literary works and animated films.]

The young man raised his hand.

[Master, please ask a question?]

"My dream came true so suddenly. I don't know what expression to show now. 一邻棋捌IV奇肆污⑥ 宭"

[As long as... Sorry, Master, this is too old a joke, I don't want to continue.]

"Okay," the young man shrugged nonchalantly, "Please continue."

[Point 2: I am different from the main deity the Doctor perceives, whose purpose is to promote human evolution into saints. This hall and this large, glowing egg are manifestations designed to help the Doctor accept the situation more quickly. In essence, I am a tool for you, a tool called the "Causal Mystery." This is how you interfere with the "plots" of other worlds, disintegrating anomalous causal structures into ownerless causal forces, recycling them, and using them to create the various items on my exchange list. I am not an artificial intelligence controlling the Doctor's life and death.]

"I see." The young man nodded, then thought for a moment before asking, "So, what was the purpose of creating you and finding me?"

[This is exactly the third point I explained. The purpose of creating me and finding the captain is that some abnormal problems have occurred in countless parallel worlds.]

Observing from the current time point, we can see that within the countless parallel worlds of the multiverse, an anomalous causal structure, never before seen, has emerged. This manifests itself as a period of history within a particular world becoming "locked" by this bizarre causal structure. This period of history will remain unchanged, unfolding in an identical historical process from beginning to end. Parallel world theory loses its meaning for this period of history, transforming it into a world of mechanical determinism, with no other possible parallel worlds emerging. According to observations, worlds experiencing this causal lock-in structure will gradually produce more and more similar mechanically deterministic historical processes along their timelines. Ultimately, the entire world loses all possible parallel worlds, and mechanical determinism dominates its past, present, and future.

"In other words," the young man mused. "Based on what you've said about your role and this analysis, the mechanically deterministic historical process locked within the anomalous causal structure you're describing is the 'plot' of the novels, comics, and movies of my world."

[Yes, locked historical information is more easily transmitted to other worlds, and this information will mostly manifest as literary works in other worlds. Also, because this historical information is anti-timeline, this mechanical historical information will react from other worlds to the history of the source world, likely inversely determining the emergence of abnormal causal structures.]

"A non-causal system," the young man nodded and analyzed, "or more precisely, an anti-causal system, where future causes determine past results."

[Your understanding is quite thorough, as expected of a captain who graduated from a science and engineering university. Of course, the actual space-time model is much more complex.]

Miss Kugimiya Amiya confirmed the young man's understanding.

Strictly speaking, this unusual historical structure does not pose much harm to the vast majority of life in the world it exists in, who are unable to observe the long river of time from a perspective beyond time. For life within history, multiple histories are not much different from fixed histories.

[But the universe has its own laws. Observing the downstream of the time river from the current time node ① flag liu ① III 児 (? 二) (九) ⒉, we can see that in the downstream of the history of many parallel worlds with abnormal historical structures, abnormal historical structures will be born one after another. The closer to the downstream of history, the faster the fixed historical structure will grow and produce accompanying structures.]

[Thus, after a certain historical point further down the river of time, the single history of mechanical determinism, created by the abnormal causal structure, will dominate all parallel futures of this parallel world, extending from the future to the past. In this process of extension, the dynamic history of the universe—the countless parallel universes—disappears into the void of possibility. The entire universe is dominated by a single fixed history, a single fixed choice.]

[Ultimately, this universe, having entered a state of historical heat death, will be repelled by the inherent laws of the entire multiverse due to its already abnormal structure.]

[The rejection reaction from the entire multiverse will destroy the physical structure of the universe, crush its world wall, and cause everything in the universe to instantly dissolve into the vast void.]

"I see."

The young man opened his eyes, staring at the large glowing egg floating in the empty hall, and asked calmly.