Overturned Tower

It was like a thunderbolt ringing in Russell's ear.

Russell looked at Sally Ruth in astonishment, feeling unbelievable for a moment.

Although he roughly already had this premonition... But Russell never expected that Sally Ruth would say it so directly.

His brain stopped spinning in an instant, and with the little rationality left, he couldn't analyze what Sally Ruth was after.

"Of course it's... fun."

Sally Ruth lowered her head happily, whispering beside Russell's head.

She seemed to stick out her tongue and lick Russell's earlobe, but given the position of her head and the length of her tongue, it was absolutely impossible to touch Russell's earlobe.

"Isn't fun the most abundant thing on your Happy Island?"

"...As you know, I am from Sogo Island."

Russell reluctantly responded.

"But I have always regarded you as my best and most precious pet."

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Sally Ruth sighed sadly: "I also want to lock you in a cage and enjoy it as I please... But that would be a pity.

"After all, you didn't come here for this. I stopped you and tempted you many times—but you still went to your destiny."

"...my fate? What fate?"

"—Those who are born knowing can only be 'saints'."

Sally Ruth let go of Russell and floated back a few steps.

She stared at Russell, with a wild smile on her face: "Generally speaking, I never bother to care about a savior or a saint.

"But you... are just too funny.

"It's actually a dim yellow soul—I really want to know how far you will go if you are born as a 'saint' and become a 'hero' after going through hardships.

"Is it possible to reshape a world that has lost hope?

"Will it be possible to break this cage of decay and death?

"Will I be able to see the black tower collapse?"

"...what the **** are you talking about?"

Russell vaguely felt that he was so close to the truth.

The instructor seemed to have told a lot of great secrets, but he couldn't understand a single word.

The anxiety of being selectively leaked by the Riddler, as well as the inexplicable sense of unease, made him anxious.

The dim yellow light constantly spinning in his chest also became flickering.

"Ah, to put it more simply."

Sally Ruth put her hand on her lips, the corners of her mouth raised: "This world is desperate for a savior, so it uses me to find a savior with suitable qualifications...

"The destiny I carry is the 'door opener'...or Sally Ruth is the shell that I need as the 'door opener' to condense into the material world. Although it is as sweet as sugar, it is just resin dripping shell.

"I am in charge of the opening of the 'door'. Among the many doors, one is the door between this world and the adjacent world.

"It was closed earlier and I decided to open it.

"And so the cry of the world's death resounded through the rivers of dreams.

"The 'I' from other worlds sent you here.

"But what I didn't expect was that you were sent here as an embryo of Dusk. This is so interesting, isn't it?"

"...I still don't understand."

Russell shook his head and said honestly.

He asked in a deep voice: "What is Twilight? You in other worlds... are you my boss?"

"I don't know what I am in other worlds.

"As for the dusk...it is a certain existence that will inevitably bring the world to an end. Every dying world will give birth to a dusk that belongs to this world. It will absorb all the essence of this world, and finally break from the destroyed world. Out of the shell, a phenomenon that portends destruction.

"—In other words, you are the one destined to destroy this world. The 'death' of this world just chose you... the savior it longs for."

The corners of Sally Ruth's mouth turned up, slowly splitting open, revealing the sharp teeth inside.

Her golden hair was like a living thing, like a slender worm, slowly wriggling under the light.

"Of course, it doesn't matter if this kind of world is destroyed.

"But I really wanted to see... what on earth would you do?

"This is, without a doubt, the paradox of the end—that the savior the world longs for is itself the harbinger of the end of the world.

"Twilight as a hero... I was really looking forward to your ending. That's why I didn't imprison you by my side."

"...I probably understand."

Russell murmured softly: "Although there are still many terms that I don't understand, I probably know what you mean.

"That is to say, the world has been sentenced to death, right?"

"Yes."

"And its executioner is me, right?"

"Yes."

"But it doesn't want to die yet, so it begged someone to rob the execution ground...and the person who found it happened to be me, right?"

"correct."

Sally Ruth added: "But I don't know whether the twilight essence in your soul existed before you came to this world... or it was generated after you came to this world. I prefer the latter, but The former is not excluded.

"If it's the former... then I in your world should thank me. You were destined to destroy your own world, but the fact that you were sent here saved your world instead."

"...sounds like I'm some kind of rubbish."

Russell took a deep breath, and pessimistically confirmed that he probably really became a family member.

Is it possible to destroy the world...

really.

If one's psychic power is out of control, the demon hatched from one's soul may indeed be able to destroy the world.

Because it is a psychic power that will never be discovered-can imitate anyone, steal anyone's talent and thinking, and can become anyone's demon.

Russell's "blue shift", that is, his rationality ~www.readwn.com~ is restricting his talent.

If his redshift breaks through to level ten, but the blueshift doesn't keep up. Then in the unrestrained copying and learning, what is finally born can never be a merciful "God".

Rather, the epitaph engraved on the entire world, a demon born as a "tombstone".

In the words of Sally Ruth, that is called Twilight.

That is...the evening called Tombstone.

…If you want to say, this may be from the time when I tried to imitate the essence of my previous boss, my talent was deformed.

In the words of the running group, he probably already had the ability to cast spells at that time.

This kind of self was probably really thrown out as garbage...

"Don't say that."

Sally Ruth gently stroked Russell's cheek: "You are my treasure.

"It's what I hold dearest..."

That is not the sight of a relative, nor a lover.

Enthusiasm and excitement... It's like drawing cards in a mobile game, the joy and enthusiasm when you get absolute human rights.

"It turns out that I really have a fundamental problem..."

Russell took a deep breath, but felt a little relieved.

He'd been repeatedly aware of what was wrong—his sensitivity had given him an equally deep understanding of himself.

But he is unwilling to admit that he is a monster, but he has been deceiving himself and suppressing his talents and instincts...

- Now that things have happened, it seems that there is no need to continue to pretend.