No one knows King Arthur better than I do

This is the same root, even exactly the same, representing everything in the world, and there should never be two powers, so strangely appear at the same time and merge into one.

The contradictions and distortions brought about by this are also terrifying powers that are so unreal and completely illogical.

Karl knew Yog-Sothoth's thoughts and guesses.

But if he was asked to answer, then he is not [-]% at the moment.

Because in theory, when an overlord successfully destroys all the ones and seizes everything in the world, then in theory, it is equivalent to a cluster of evil gods, and the overlord whose existence itself is a parallel universe is [-]%.

But now Carl—

It's probably twice as big as that Overlord.

The perfect overlord represents the whole world.

At this moment, Karl, who is tentatively called the Overlord, owns twice the world.

It might sound normal, but it's actually a pretty scary thing.

Just like you are a normal person with one head, two hands, and two feet.

But there is another person who also has only one head, two hands and two feet, but in fact he has two heads, four hands and four feet.

Contradictory, unreasonable, absolutely impossible situation.

This contradiction of being neither one nor two makes him an extremely weird existence at this moment.

He is not one, and he is never two.

Does not extend past the decimal point.

It directly became the integer between one and two that did not exist at all!

He is unreasonable.

He is both contradictory.

He is mystery itself.

If everything in the world flows from the root, then the perfect overlord is the root of achievement, then Karl at this moment has definitely surpassed the root, and it is something that is simply incomprehensible.

Even the world doesn't understand.

Something that has never existed before and cannot exist in the future.

So now he can also define himself at will.

The non-existing integers between [-] and [-] are mysterious, so the non-existing integers between [-] and [-] are also mysterious.

The unknown is the unknown, and the other incomprehensible is also the unknown.

And Karl is the unknown!

Scatha and the others can see Karl because Karl wants them to see themselves.

The evil gods couldn't see him because he didn't care what the evil gods could see.

It's the same if the evil god didn't run away.

He felt that the evil god should fear him, and the evil god would definitely fear him.

He felt that the evil god would not run away, and the evil god would not run away.

And now.

——It thinks these guys should disappear.

It's not like Overlord and Perfect Overlord, which represent the world's horror expression.

Without the sun expanding, black holes exploding, white holes exploding.

But those evil gods who couldn't be killed even if the sun expanded, the black hole exploded, or the white hole exploded, disappeared completely at this moment following Karl's thoughts.

Not dead.

But it never existed in the first place.

Not obliterated, but deleted.

They shouldn't have known about these guys, but what Skaha and the others knew about these evil gods was that they knew what had just happened, but they absolutely couldn't understand it.

Anything unreasonable is reasonable in front of Karl.

In other words, because he himself is equal to unreasonable, all reasonable things happen to him will also be unreasonable.

and so…

Even if Scathach couldn't see it, Arturia and Alquite couldn't see it either.

But behind Karl at this moment, Su Daji was shrinking beside Karl, tremblingly looking at Scatha standing behind Karl, whose eyes were soft or subtle.

Karl looked at Su Daji and Scathach like this.

Although he could know what happened here with just one thought, but he was too lazy to do that.

Not even curious about it at all.

He just sighed slightly, and then slowly walked towards the direction where everyone was.

As he walked, he took off the Overlord's helmet, took off the Overlord's armor, put away Gungnir and his own magic sword, and slowly came in front of everyone.

At this time, he looked at the vigilant Ivan the Terrible, Emperor Shi Huangdi, Artoria, Alquite, and Skaha who was somewhat frowning, and slowly laughed.

"Don't be stupid, it's time to get off work. I declare in advance that I don't want to work overtime, and I don't want to do overtime pay."

After hearing this sentence, Emperor Shi Huangdi and Ivan the Terrible were a little dazed, while Artoria, Alquette, and Scathach were relieved for a moment, and then felt that it was unreal, and finally revealed smiled.

Because the facts are beyond doubt.

They are the winners!

Karl wins!

……

50. If this is a book then it should be over

The war is won.

But it seems that there is no victory.

Because from the outbreak of the war, to the subsequent timeline regression, and then to the invasion of evil gods, Karl came back to save the world-everything was like sleeping or having a dream.

Totally unreal.

Is the world really saved?

Is the end really crossed?

Scathach also felt that she might be overwhelmed by the recent messy and bizarre things, but she would think so every time she closed her eyes and immersed herself in the darkness.

It's all... really over?

Only when thinking about it like this, Scathach will feel as if he is living on an isolated island.

Only my surroundings are bright, and in the darkness around me, there are countless twisted and weird big hands constantly stretching towards the position of light.

He guarded the bonfire like a candle in the wind, and the flame might go out at any time.

There were countless languages ​​that she couldn't understand emanating from the darkness. Maybe the owners of those big hands were talking, communicating, and planning how to extinguish the flames around them.

But in fact, I don't know what they are talking about, what are these voices.

Only when he saw those hands occasionally, Scathach also thought about getting rid of this fear, or dying, or choosing the wrong path, walking over as if he was deceived, abandoning everything around him, and blending into the darkness.

It's just that every time it comes to this time, the feeling that Scatha said in the meeting before will wake her up.

At that time, she had a premonition that Karl was likely to quickly end the battle with the Overlord.

but.

This premonition, like a declaration of victory, is not a good, happy premonition.

But with an unspeakable fear, sadness, loss, despair——

It's as if once such a future happens, the next one is destined to be an absolutely bad result.

As a matter of fact, things seemed to be heading towards the ending that I thought was bad, but everyone around me felt extremely happy.

Even Scathach himself felt that he was wrong.

After all, isn't what happened this time the same as the previous ones?

The enemy struck, and Carl solved the enemy to protect the world.

This…

——What's so bad about it?

★

Carl is sitting in his office.

Scathach and Su Daji were arranged by him to hide their identities and go to the celebration.

So he was alone in this dark, lonely room.

What happened during this period flowed through his mind little by little.

Honestly nothing has changed.

This time was the same as every time before.

He solved the enemy by himself, and what he wanted to protect was protected.

The difference is only the accelerated battle process due to the improvement of one's own strength.

But the process of fighting the enemy...

—Is that really important?

No sacrifices, no arguments, black and white wars...

No hesitation, no difficulty, nothing to lose.

If you put it in the story, this is the best result, right?

If there is really a book that records everything from its own beginning until now.

So at this point, it's time to end it.

There is not much to say.

Because I am the protagonist, the stories told in the past must be old-fashioned stories about myself defeating the enemy.

Is there any idea implemented in such a story?

Is there a soul in such a story?

Isn't this kind of stereotyped, constantly changing patterns to repeat something, and the reader as a fool, wouldn't it be called an unprecedented feces?

It is not the reader who reads and understands something from it.

Rather, the author is forcing and telling the reader what to know...

Even the only complete cycle in this story actually ends here.

The protagonist himself has gained invincible strength.

Even if it is a cycle, it can no longer be cycled.

So should all of this be over?

Now Karl can make the world go the way he wants with just one thought, and can change the world into everything he wants with just one thought.

There are no rules to bind him.

Nothing can stop him.

Instead of muddy ash, as long as he wants to, there is no difficulty in turning the world into pure white in an instant.

Yes.

Everything should be over.

"but…"