Sanzen no Souru Supina

"This world, no, this worldview (...) was created by Bloom Tide"

Thousands of years old capital: Above Heliatium, the projection of a literary emperor tells a secret.

The great emperor of the Osmadra Empire heard the words, on a flying ship.

“Connector", “Garden", and "Nerd".

Just when Snow had gained knowledge of all of them from his scribes, two emperors on earth had opened the secret depths of this world as well, or had heard of it.

Until now, the world tells the secret of the sludge it swallowed, the literary emperor of the Sunset Empire: Lucatius speaks pale.

And the storytelled champion was also, at least on the surface, the owner of an instrumental amount that would only calmly accept the facts.

Osmahim, who listened to Lukatius at one point, asked, with a prelude that it was funny.

"To the opening of the world - Bloom Tide." What kind of phenomenon is that? "

"Of worldview (...),. Opening of the world view (...) (kabiku). How this worldview was born and begun... and you have the courage to hear it."

"Regardless."

The Great Emperor: The Maidens of the True Knight with Osmahim on board Flagship: Flying Boat: Gaeldrivle manages to regain stability and sail slowly over Heliatium.

Over his head is a rock mass as if it were a devil's claw, standing (tight) in the thought of a cage that captures the beast.

The pure white rock mass has a frighteningly smooth surface, where a thick, thin, red band of light runs.

Misty and glowing particles dance through the universe.

There is indeed a kind of unique beauty, but it is nearly impossible in the spirit of the ordinary man to repudiate this as beautiful.

A hundred thousand citizens of Heliatium were in the city, while outside the walls, each of the two hundred thousand generals of the Osmadra Army was in an unprecedented (let's see) crisis due to the great alienation that struck them.

Hiya, okay, but whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. The screaming chants that you hear make the atmosphere tremble.

The earth is no longer disturbed by screams and anger, hell in this world.

On top of that, the two men who have already stepped out of the human race will meet.

Remember when I told you that Negative is something that comes from the depths of an invisible human being?

"I did ask. And it's some kind of Hiragana."

"Yes." "Nerd" is "Here." Together with the Spindle, it's a "Hiro" rooted in the realm of the human spirit. "

I don't even know how it resembles a "spindler."

Ironically distorted his mouth, Emperor Vibronze: Lucatius XII replied.

'One day, it erupted. The tremendous amount of Nerd accumulated in the "Garden" became a blast stream and went wild. This is "Spindle Run = If you consider" Spinning Out "to be a massive expansion, there's no doubt about it"

Osmahim narrowed his eyes when he imagined what Lucatius called the "Nerd" blast = the great destruction inflicted by the extremely massive "Spin Out".

The Osmadra Empire has a record of one city being wiped out by Spin Out, involving tens of thousands of folk grasses living there.

If that is what has been enlarged on a massive scale, then what ruin has blown into the world?

It would have been natural to whisk an eyebrow even if it wasn't Osmahim.

"The Thread" that it was amassed in the "Garden". I wonder if it was the thoughts of millions or tens of millions of people. "

The unexpectedly leaked feeling sounded like a mourning.

Lucatius responds.

Raise the numbers cold.

'Digits are different. Hundreds of millions even if not too much to estimate. However, what is the total amount of Nerd that was accumulated. It's not about a year or the accumulation there. It took a quarter century or more to build up. It would have been with the enormity of tens to hundreds of billions, or trillions or hundreds of trillions of trillions, even if it had not been so much estimated. All of that overnight - through a “connector (harness)" - refluxed into the underlying world itself. people who fulfilled implantation (implants) as mediators'

"A reflux of" Chi Chi "from“ Garden "as a virtual dimension. It's also a massive..."

Both males hallucinated a huge mass of energy, hitting an avalanche in the back of his brain and falling to Naruto.

It is "Hiro" during a comet clash that strikes the earth from heaven.

And Naruto is the pit that connects the underlying real world with the garden.

Through it, the mighty "After the Nest" refluxed into the world.

I see, it was Osmahim who made me snort.

"I see, if the Nerd and the Spindle are comparable, then there will be no wonder that the enormous phenomenon that shakes the world - should we call it a disaster - occurs."

Osmahim, who has so far solidified himself in a powerful "focus" group and ran on the battlefield, has a good understanding of the meaning of Lucatius' words.

"But how overwhelming the total quantity of unnamed people's" twists "equal to dust mustard (chiseled) is comparable to the incompetence of our" spindle abilities ". And that's not all, I didn't know you had enough" chips "to rewrite the world. It's hard to believe."

I don't mean mocking.

Out of pure amazement and awe, Osmahim said.

Drawing on that intention, Lucatius added.

'Let's agree with that opinion. I deduce that it was first and foremost the perception and cognition of mankind that changed overnight. To alter physical existence, we need the right amount of time and an even greater amount of "chisel". Because the quickest way to make people think that they've changed the world is to manipulate people's cognition.

If the “Connector” was connecting our minds to the "Garden" and sucking up the "Nerd" there, there is no wonder that it is the minds of people that are the first to be affected when the Nerd flows back down the path.

Yes, Lucatius said.

Osmahim asks.

"Like you did tonight, Luca."

'I have to correct you about that too. I am not. I'm not the one who wanted it.'

"That again. I see, so you're just replacing the folk grass twist."

"The way I say it also lacks precision"

How can I tell you exactly? [M]

Lucatius did a trick like grabbing an egg in the air.

Twist your palms back with their snails so that they represent the movement of the mind that manages to grasp the essence.

'Right. If someone wished (...), it would be right that this world itself (...),'

"I see. Here's what you say. This world--this worldview is the world to come (...) wanted and altered by all those who live in this world."

Lucatius nodded deeply at the man's understanding that he was once more than his best friend.

"Whatever. Whatever."

Hmm, and Osmahim roars.

"So what kind of hope is that? What kind of" twist "was it? I mean, you're who Nerd is. What did you think of that?"

Osmahim wanted a further hypothesis of Lucatius, general of the opposite shore.

I cut only this scene and the relationship between the two remained the same as usual, the day when both parents and children admired each other.

To Osmahim's candor, Lucatius grinned bitterly.

Then answer.

"A world where you are assigned a defined role from someone. It's a world where the law and role play make all the decisions without the will.

To Lucatius' words, it was now Osmahim's turn to laugh.

"Whatever. Isn't that the life of a puppet? Who wants such a future?"

The old literary emperor sighed deeply as the Emperor of Osmadra conquered the world.

"Osmahim, I once thought that you could laugh it off because of your birth, the many blessed encounters, and your own qualities and vessels that polished and blossomed in it. And he was jealous, and fearful, and fearful of him that walked on a hard road, and he broke his chest after that.

But the Emperor of the Sunset Empire backfired.

Those eyes, those expressions have pity.

'But I know. Your pain and anguish. The only woman I've ever loved in my life - the Maiden of the True Knight: a grain set up with Brunfroyde, your grief to know who it is. At the end of the day, what you're looking for. "

You don't deserve the "twist" of the unnamed folk grass who wanted this world.

Osmahim does not respond to Lucatius' story.

It's silent, it's there, with an unseen look in your heart.

So, the sunset emperor speaks.

It's like I'm about to sue you.

'Cause you're about to be a puppet again. Just not as a slave to the peace that people want, but by becoming the very concept of the English Spirit. I am trying to escape my misery by becoming an unshakeable presence in the perpetual'

And went on.

"And in the process, you will push." the path of herself and the maidens of true knights as a believing heroic nation. To realize the world of the glowing. But think about it. No one can live by the standards of a great man or hero. It is we who must not live in such high spirits. Most beings that make up the world...... I mean, ordinary people, like me, should not always aspire to be so high '

That's the world.

That's not all.

"As I have explained to you, the world view that we now perceive is the first world determined by the" twist "of the people, that is, the future chosen by popular opinion - public opinion. Anywhere in the old world that stuff probably looked, it shouldn't have been before this. In other words, our world: this Worlds End is what unnamed people look like when they are fulfilled '

Then the words of Lucatius were slightly or "Hiragana".

"If you want to spin back into a world where ordinary people live there and enjoy the world they wanted, and only by the decisions of the heroes."

At that time, the great emperor of Osmadra saw a sharp dwelling in the eyes of an old tired man.

'I cannot allow that choice to be made. I defend this world, which has been altered by the twist of folk grass. Even if this is deception. this world, the fruit of the generosity of the unnamed.'

I will not let this world be liked by any of you "heroes". [M]

As pale as ever, in a quiet tone, Lucatius told.