My youth story cannot be a knight war

"Ok?"

"Have you ever dreamed about your father lately?"

Finally, Kousaka Yoshino mustered up the courage to ask her son. As expected, upon hearing her question, Kousaka on the other end of the phone fell silent again, and this silence was even longer than before.

"...Dad? I haven't dreamed about him in a long time."

Kosaka's eyes seemed a little empty now, the memory of his father coming to mind along with his mother's words, bringing with it a different kind of poignancy.

“He—cough cough cough!!!”

Before he could finish his words, Kousaka suddenly covered his mouth and started coughing. The violent coughing sound echoed in the closed room and was also heard on the other side of the phone.

"Kyosuke, what's wrong with you?"

Her heart suddenly tightened for some reason, and Kousaka Yoshino asked in a hurried tone.

"No - I just have a cold recently. I think it's because I stayed up too late and my immunity has dropped. I just need to take some medicine."

"You kid, you have to take good care of your body..."

Kousaka's somewhat unclear voice came from the other side of the phone, which made Kousaka Yoshino finally breathe a sigh of relief, and she said with some complaints.

"Ah...I will, don't worry."

Looking at the blood on his palms, Kousaka pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the blood from his nose and mouth, speaking in a nonchalant voice.

"By the way, Mom, why did you mention Dad? Did you dream about him recently?"

"Well, I don't know why, but I've been dreaming about your dad lately, and... I'm not the only one."

Thinking of the strange dream she had been having recently, Kousaka Yoshino clutched her clothes with her other hand and said with some uneasiness.

"It's not just me. Kirino has also been dreaming about Daisuke a lot lately. And... our dreams are very similar, almost identical."

"Have you guys been looking through Dad's belongings lately, or have you discussed anything about him?"

Pinching his chin, Kousaka tried hard to recall some of the theories about human dreams that he had read in a scientific magazine and began to ask.

"No, we haven't mentioned anything about your father since Mom was hospitalized last time, and...this dream is very strange, and there are more strange things than this."

"It's not just Mom and Kirino. Recently, many of your father's former friends and colleagues have dreamed about him. They say he appeared in their dreams and kept repeating the same thing, and..."

After hesitating for a while, Kousaka Yoshino told her son about the strange things that had happened recently.

"Everyone later said that Daisuke in the dream wanted to convey something to you, Kyousuke, and what he said was almost exactly the same as what Daisuke said in Mom and Kirino's dream."

"……What exactly is going on?"

Kosaka frowned, finally sensing something was amiss. His mother and sister both had the same dream about their deceased father, which could be attributed to longing. But when even colleagues and friends he hadn't known for nearly a decade dreamed of his father, and the content of their dreams was so remarkably similar, it couldn't be explained by coincidence.

All this sounds like some kind of omen, a very ominous omen, but there must be a reason for this to happen.

Kosaka thought that this reason might be related to what everyone's father wanted to tell them in their dreams, so he immediately asked:

"Mom, what did Dad say in your dream? What did he want you to tell me?"

"Your father, he wants me to tell you—"

"'Tell Kyosuke that something terrible is about to happen.' ...That's what Daisuke told me in my dream."

"Horrible things..."

As he muttered these words, the foreboding feeling in Kousaka's heart grew stronger. Something terrible? What terrible thing was about to happen? Even something as absurd as a "ghostly dream" that his long-dead father would tell him in a dream?

"Mom, did Dad in the dream say anything else? For example, what exactly is this terrible thing?"

"Maybe, but I don't remember it clearly. I don't know if I'm remembering it correctly."

Recalling the contents of the dream, Kousaka Yoshino said somewhat uncertainly, and Kousaka suddenly became alert after hearing it. His intuition as a policeman told him that this might be the breakthrough to the truth.

"It's okay. It doesn't matter if it's a little blurry. Just tell me."

"I remember your father saying it was all because of the black—"

Kousaka Yoshino's words stopped abruptly, but it was not because she couldn't say anything, but because Kousaka could no longer hear it.

"Hello? Hello! Mom?"

Kosaka called several times but got no response. He picked up his phone and was shocked to find that the line showing the signal strength in the upper right corner of the phone had turned to zero at some point, indicating that the network was completely disconnected.

This kind of thing happens in many places where mobile phone signals cannot be received, but this is simply unreasonable to Takasaka. This is the Metropolitan Police Department Headquarters in Chiyoda Ward, known as the "Heart of Japan"!

Not to mention Tokyo, there are probably few places in Japan with better signals than here, and the signal jammer is not turned on now, so how could the network be disconnected due to poor signal?

The next second, a distorted image like a mosaic appeared on the phone screen, and all the software icons began to flash back, and then it went black. But it wasn't the phone screen that went black, but the light bulb in the room that was turned on.

Then the light bulb lit up again, then flickered and went dark again. His eyes moved between his phone, which was constantly flashing, and the light bulb, and Kousaka muttered:

"……How is this going?"

In addition to this room, the entire Metropolitan Police Department began to experience the same signal short circuit phenomenon. The light bulbs in the entire building began to flicker, and all the instruments inside that were connected to electricity began to overload, causing many people to be surprised.

This phenomenon wasn't limited to the Metropolitan Police Department; it was happening across Chiyoda Ward, and indeed across Tokyo itself. Traffic lights on the streets constantly switched back and forth between "go" and "no go." There were still a dozen seconds left before the traffic light went through, and then the next moment, it was a ten-second countdown before the traffic light went off. This caused many cars to brake and stop immediately after crossing the line, forcing vehicles behind them to rear-end them. Dozens of accidents occurred across Tokyo, drawing a roar of condemnation from the public.

Similarly, light bulbs in other buildings flickered back and forth, and many office computers were overloaded, with servers emitting sparks and white smoke. The work data that the employees had painstakingly saved was physically destroyed, and the normal operation of the entire city was completely disrupted at this time.

A powerful high-energy particle stream, invisible to humans, was traveling back and forth throughout Tokyo. Under this particle stream, almost all modern equipment was affected, and they were greatly interfered with or even damaged. The staff of relevant departments were sweating anxiously when faced with the data that soared and turned red all over the screen, but they had no idea where this particle stream came from. They only knew that the scope of impact was so large that it even directly included Tokyo and the surrounding areas.

The disordered data and signals have caused the entire Tokyo to become an information black hole in the physical sense at this moment, and a mysterious area similar to the Bermuda Triangle. As a result, no flight dares to take off from the airport at this moment. If this happens, the world's air crash record will be directly broken by Japan today.

……

Tokyo is not only the largest city in Asia, but its drainage system is also internationally renowned for its excellence. People who have not personally visited the site will never know what the underground of Tokyo is like. It is no exaggeration to say that the specifications and scope of this city's drainage system are so wide that it is simply a city built underground.

The size of this underground city is more than enough to fit the entire population of Tokyo, but everything has two sides. An excessively large area means that the cost of maintenance will increase exponentially.

Many veteran workers who have maintained this drainage system for many years dare not say that they are fully familiar with more than half of its distribution area. Many places have never been visited by anyone since they were built. It can be said to be a magical realm under human engineering.

And in a very secret place in these artificial magic realms, the sound of human footsteps was heard at this moment.

Baruba walked calmly in this narrow and dim area. There was not even the most basic lighting here, and the visibility was truly pitch black. But to her, it was no different from a plain under the scorching sun. The various obstacles along the way did not stop her steps at all.

But at a certain moment, her footsteps stopped because she touched something. The dull sound of steel and concrete colliding echoed in the circular passage and could be heard from far away.

"..."

Looking down at the tattered hammer at his feet and the broken arm holding the hammer, Baruba said nothing, stepped over it, and walked towards the corner of the passage ahead.

When Baruba turned the corner, the originally narrow space suddenly became clear, and a cylindrical space with a radius of about 20 meters appeared in front of him. This was a huge drainage pipe. Except for some pipes connected at the bottom, there was no fulcrum at all, like a nest woven by a spider.

But at this moment, in the central area of ​​the pipe, a huge white cocoon stood there, and countless silk threads shot out from the cocoon toward the surrounding walls. These silk threads had extremely strong viscosity. Even though water flowed through the pipe wall from time to time, these soaked silk threads showed no signs of breaking, and still steadily held up the giant cocoon in the air.

The surface of this giant cocoon is covered with golden lines like blood vessels, and it constantly rises and falls. There is a faint sound of heavy breathing inside, as if some terrifying creature is gestating inside the cocoon. At the same time, some powerful transparent energy overflows with the ups and downs of the giant cocoon and spreads in all directions.

The particle flow that caused the operation of the entire Tokyo to be completely disrupted was emitted by this giant cocoon, so it was normal for the staff to not find the source of the particle flow. No normal person would have thought that such a strange thing would be hidden in the drainage pipe under their feet, and it could even emit an energy flow with an outrageous energy level.

Looking at the giant cocoon, Baruba's eyes revealed a bit of complexity and he spoke softly.

"...It seems that you have got what you wanted."

A black shadow fell before his eyes. An object that was held by the silk thread of the giant cocoon suddenly began to struggle violently from its original dead silence. The silk thread, which was much more flexible than steel, broke with a flash of light. The object, no longer restrained, fell straight down and hit a pipe not far in front of Baruba. A dull sound echoed there.

"No...cannot...forgive..."

The crude sword, resembling an Atkan sword, spun and fell into the darkness below the pipe. A hoarse voice sounded, and the tone was as broken as the half-broken body... The lower half of the figure was still tightly wrapped by the silk thread. The opponent had just swung the sword to completely cut off his lower half and the silk thread.

The figure grabbed the iron mesh on the pipe with both hands and tried to climb towards Baruba. The faint light illuminated the South American-style clothing and the ivory-like helmet.

Baruba silently watched the figure struggling to crawl to his feet, then reached out and grabbed his feet tightly, without any reaction.

Because she could see that the other person was just an empty shell. The powerful energy inside his body had long since disappeared. The fact that he could still speak and move was just a last glimmer of hope before death.

But Baruba also knew that the other party would not die. There was such a great life in this world. Their death was nothing more than returning to the arms of the one who gave birth to them, but one day they would be able to wake up again from the despair of death.

It was like this in the past, it is like this now, and it will remain like this in the future, until the day when it is completely abandoned.

"So, do you have anything else to say? I'll relay it to you."

Looking down at the person who was holding his ankle, Baruba said calmly.

"You...you...have...committed...an unforgivable...sin..."

He grasped the slender ankle with both hands, but starting from the broken part, his body began to gradually turn into fine sand and dissipate. His originally calm voice was now filled with undisguised hatred, and this creature that was neither Gurongi nor human spoke intermittently.

"Humanity seizing... our... power... is... a taboo... that must never be violated... It... will... awaken... the war... of original sin..."

"...You...have failed...my Lord...forgiveness for your past sins...and judgment...will come..."

As the words continued to flow, the originally intermittent sentences became clearer and clearer, and the hatred and anger that overflowed in them were no longer suppressed in the slightest. The creature grasped Baruba's ankles tightly, raised its head and met her lowered gaze, and recited its own cursed last words.

"You who have incurred the power of evil... have betrayed our teachings and turned the blade of death... against our traitors... you will eventually—!!!"

At this moment, the other foot lifted up and kicked down at the face. As the kick landed, the figure completely collapsed into a pool of sand, falling towards the darkness below the pipe, along with the unfinished words.

"...You don't need to explain it to us. We already knew it."

Retracting her foot, Baruba's expression remained as calm as ever, but the faint light shining on her face flashed a cold reflection like lapis lazuli.

"We are certainly guilty of great sins, but aren't you also guilty? Aren't you the ones who indirectly caused all this to begin?"

"Honorable messengers."

"……What's up?"

Baruba turned back to gaze into the darkness behind her, her voice far colder than usual. As she finished her words, a thin figure slowly emerged from the darkness. Dorudo, dressed in his traditional attire, clutched the stone counter he always held in his hand. After a moment's silence, he spoke to her.

"...Gadoru, having mastered new powers, says he's ready to begin any moment."

"Really? It's faster than expected."

Turning his gaze away from Dorudo and returning it to the giant cocoon before him, Baruba said calmly, his arms folded across his chest.

"Let Gadoru wait for two more days before opening the game... By then, I think this place will be about the same."

"learn."

Dorudo was as concise as ever, and after receiving the answer, he bowed slightly and then disappeared into the darkness of the pipe.

"'A violent pleasure will end in a violent end.'"

While injecting the giant cocoon, Baruba suddenly recited this sentence, which she had seen in a book. Baruba liked this sentence very much when she saw it at that time, because she felt that this sentence was very practical.

Whether it is the fate of a clan or one's own, it is all perfectly summarized in this sentence and has never deviated from it even for a moment.

"How it all started is how it will end."

Turning his back to the giant cocoon, Baruba chose to leave without any reluctance. Now it was time to get down to business.

The horn of darkness has long been sounded, and the disaster is bound to arrive as promised. No matter how many times it happens, the ending has long been determined.

The stage for the final battle has been set, and the next step is to wait for the participants to enter. This battle will determine the future fate of the world.

"But the 'ultimate darkness' will eventually come. This is a fate that was predetermined from the beginning."

No one can change this.

21. War Begins, Storm Approaches (6K)

Chiba Prefecture, Sobu High School, Service Club.

"The final battle..."

Hayato Hayama looked at "Kousaka Kyosuke" and "Zaimokuza Yoshiki" leaving Kitauji with "Akiyama Mio" on the light screen, and let out a deep breath that had been stuck in his chest. He felt that his heart was beating uncontrollably at this moment, and even pressing his chest could not calm the throbbing.

An atmosphere of impending storm enveloped the entire world, not only within the light curtain but also outside the light curtain. Everyone realized that all this was really coming to an end.

"Kikiru" has reached the final stage. In game terms, everyone has now entered the circle of destiny, and the number of people has been marked. The number of competing players is five, two humans and three Gurongi.

The final decisive battle is just around the corner. The warriors in the light curtain are wearing armor and ready for battle, while the audience is also nervously holding their hearts, watching the next development intently, not wanting to miss even a frame.

The final winner of this long game will be decided among these five players, and according to Gurongi, that winner will be qualified to bring about the "Ultimate Darkness".

Although no one knew what this "ultimate darkness" was, no one wanted it to be summoned. After all, the very premise of summoning it required the sacrifice of human souls, so even the most optimistic optimist would not think it would be a good thing.

Therefore, everyone can only pray that the two people representing the human side can win the final victory in this game, so that the worst outcome can be avoided.

Although it might seem like saying this would only boost the enemy's prestige and destroy their own morale, Ye Shan felt that the next development might not be so smooth. The appearance of the video and the light screen was already extremely strange, but as time passed, this strangeness seemed to gradually spread to their reality.

Whether it was the ghost-like "Zaimokuza Yoshiteru" before, or the manuscripts of Zaimokuza Yoshiteru here that recorded all the future trajectories before things happened, all of this could not help but make people pay attention, and it could not help but make people feel uneasy.

Ye Shan is not stupid. In terms of academic performance, he is firmly in the top five in Sobu High School. Although he is not as good as future pioneers in a certain field of mankind like Yukinoshita Yukino and Ebina Hina, his thinking ability is definitely not bad. Some of the things they can think of, he can also think of.