I, Sakura Matou, the third seat of Chasing Fire!

Because she couldn't change the torture that was almost punishing, she could only choose to accept it.

"Hello, Nina."

The sandalwood mouth was opened lightly, and the gentle words were like melting clear water, they flowed, passed, and finally came from Nina's heart.

At that moment, Nina seemed to be embracing the cloud, and stared blankly at the other mother who was getting closer in front of her.

was hugged.

When it wasn't her, but another girl.

Familiar feeling, familiar taste.

The complicated threads are like a large amount of data being broken into pieces at that moment, becoming the only one.

But the girl is not distressed, nor angry.

The surging emotions are like flowing blood, walking and walking, and finally coming to nowhere.

No words are needed.

Perhaps for outsiders, the parting of several months is just a short parting, a different kind of journey.

But for the mother named Albonia and the daughter Sakura, even if it is only 24 hours, every day is an inseparable existence.

Months, hundreds of days, each hour is six 10 minutes, three thousand six hundred seconds.

Infinitely stretching the span of time, even if it is a short day, a moment, a minute or even a second, there seems to be indelible longing and grief for the mother and daughter.

Why come?Why?

I don't know, I don't understand, and I don't want to think about it.

The mother who missed her child just hugged her daughter tightly, and her beating heart was like a fountain, exuding her deepest thoughts about the child in her arms.

And as a daughter, she is not.

It's just that she won't marry to express such emotions.

Because she doesn't know how to express it.

There is no perfect existence in the world, and perfection in the true sense is often the embodiment of [nothingness]. Because of [nothingness], there are no shortcomings and are impeccable, so it has more characteristics of [existence].

And Sakura is like that.

She is not a perfect existence. Even though she is a genius and a wizard in the eyes of some people, she also has problems that cannot be solved by herself.

Nestled in his mother's arms, held tightly by her.

As a daughter, she just hugged her, expressing to her mother how she missed her in a clumsy way.

Welcome back...

The voice sounded at the same time, but I heard it, and the only one who could hear it was the two embracing each other at this moment.

390 Three, the unknown and the known

dream world.

Mazima opened her eyes and left her own throne.

She walked down the stairs and walked into the sea of ​​flowers in front of her, doing her own work as always.

She walked among the sea of ​​flowers, and the gorgeous sea of ​​flowers swayed with the breeze blowing slowly.

A water jug ​​was held by Mazima, and as the wrist tilted, fine drops of water slowly fell.

And this is her job here, to bring sufficient moisture to every flower in this sea of ​​flowers.

In this boundless sea of ​​flowers, this is a seemingly impossible job.

But Maqima has long been used to such things, just like her master's mother, she has long been used to the curse of being unable to change her fate and being tortured.

Don't be impatient.

These were the words she really wanted to tell the other party, but in this dream world, her words could not be transmitted to the real world.

This is a dream, the root of all causes and effects is born, and it will be destroyed like the original root disaster, so as to obtain the so-called salvation.

That was the original fate, but at this moment, right now, the direction of fate has become more and more chaotic.

The original script has been torn up, and where to start has become a mystery.

She once thought about where the original change came from.

that day?

She had thought about it before, but at this moment, her original guess was like a withered flower in a sea of ​​flowers, becoming part of the soil under her feet at this moment.

That is not the source.

The source of the changed fate should lie earlier.

Or maybe the original script given to her by her master was a joke.

Is she still awake?

this is a problem.

And she who was originally her heart is now just Maqima, the second master of this dream world.

Things have become messy, like a jigsaw puzzle after being played with by a brat.

"I'm right, Lord Cthulhu?"

Lift the jug and stop the falling water drops.

Mazima turned around slowly, looking at the twisted black figure with a smile.

Not a person or a thing, like life or death.

The existence that appeared in front of her was beyond her comprehension, like a concept, like advanced mathematics in the eyes of a child, a bible in mythology.

But His existence exudes a different smell that is very familiar to her.

It was a similar part of the Lord Evil God who blended with his master, even signed an eternal contract, and suddenly put on the other party a crown ring.

Or...another evil god?

She once read the legend of the evil god, the so-called Cthulhu myth in people's mouth.

Although the evil god was extremely dissatisfied at that time that his little companion had actually become the top card of his existence, he more or less introduced his own existence and two existences equal to him to her.

The bubble that controls the realm of omniscience, and the black dragon that breeds thousands of darkness and controls the magic of life's creeping.

Or in simpler terms.

The unifier of all things, Yog-Sothoth who controls the gates of time and space.

And the Goddess of Plenty who gave birth to darkness, the great Shab Nicholas.

"Long time no see, Miss Macchima."

Not words, but the spirit of speech from the essence.

A moment of sluggishness and simple words are no less than exposing herself to a nuclear explosion for Maqima.

The world of dreams withered instantly, and the seemingly endless world actually had a border, and at this moment, a large area of ​​flowers at the border withered instantly.

The breath of death appeared in a world where it should not have appeared.

It seemed that he realized that he had done a stupid thing.

The invisible force moved the lines of time, and time was reversing, but under the invisible rules, the reversing time had only gone half way.

"Also please don't use your power at will."

Machima looked pale and bloodless.

Although she didn't feel any pain, the direct-to-essence speech spirit inevitably affected her.

Her power, or the essence of 【Domination】has been polluted.

While recovery is possible, it will take some time.

Even more important are those dead flowers.

"Feel sorry."

Soft words are like a gust of wind.

This made him realize that he shouldn't come here to enter the game, and letting another of his companions come here is the best choice.

But he had no choice.

The ease at the beginning has become extremely bad because of that bastard Nyarlathotep's backstab.

He has become the tail of the crane in people's mouths, and He must do something, otherwise, after everything is settled and the world is fully unfolded, what He can get and pursue is just the leftovers of the two.

"You have to join the game too, right?"

Mazima clutched her chest, her frantically beating heart trying to restore its original calm.

And her words remained calm.

She is used to this kind of thing.

The existence in front of me is not the first, nor the second, nor will it be the last.

Before him, there were more similar guys who wanted to enter the game, but the rest of the existence was far less powerful than the one in front of him.

She already had guesses about his identity.

The reversal of time has revealed his identity.

But she didn't want to say anything.

When experiencing such a thing for the first time, she already understood the origin of the change, and the origin of those existences.

Although not all, as long as the core rules are not involved, then it is not important.

Because no matter how many external factors there are, as long as the core rules do not respond, then everything will be centered on the self and the master.

This is her dream, and it is also the reality unfolded by her.

That's not a bad thing, although it's not a good thing either.

But it is still the same problem, as long as the core rules are not touched, it means that such a thing is feasible.

In the final analysis, she is just the heart, not her master, let alone the evil god who is loved by her master.

"please."

He already knew it, and He already knew it.

He doesn't care about those competitions of the same kind, because only the other two are eligible to compete for the most important existence.

already occupied

The proactive Nyarlathotep and the hateful Shab Nicholas.

He shouldn't have human emotions, but after preparing to enter the game with a human body, He inevitably possesses the complex emotions that belong to humans.

"Okay, I see."

Machima didn't want to say anything more, and she didn't want to ask any more questions.

She was just doing what she was supposed to do, sending him into the vast universe under that deep radiance.

The dreamland is being repaired, expanded, and filled.

She looked up at the sky and said nothing for a long time.

And when the fine drops of water fell again and fell on the flowers, everything returned to tranquility.

There is no sound of wind blowing flowers and swaying, but the footsteps walking on the soil bring the sound of life to this world.

390 four, space visitors

universe.

An existence that has not been touched by human footsteps, but has been watched by eyes.