episode_0044

How did ‘Looking into the Abyss’ shatter the girls who looked at her? This was a question that Noctilla kept thinking about.

For example, if you were to strike with magic.

Even if it was so fast that it was completely unnoticeable, at least there was a long gap in the ground between the abyss gaze and the shattered girl.

So to speak, there should have been a trace left.

But there was no trace of it, no aftermath of the attack. There was no interference.

There was no aura coming from that side. The monster did nothing.

If it were to tear apart the object of one’s gaze, then that would be understandable, since there is such a thing as a demonic eye. I absolutely cannot understand how the one being gazed upon would automatically be torn to pieces.

What on earth is that monster?

The identity of the monster.

monster.

?

“Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah… .”

Noctilla suddenly realized that she did not remember the appearance of ‘gazing into the abyss’, even though she had clearly seen it when she first came here.

Even if it was shattered into pieces for a moment, I saw it clearly during that brief moment. There’s no way I wouldn’t remember it.

If it’s not that you don’t remember, but that you didn’t remember. If it’s something you don’t want to remember. If it’s something that you tried hard to forget.

The scenes of the girls being torn to pieces come to mind vividly, one by one. The blood and flesh flying around, each sight identical.

No, it wasn’t the same.

The one who looked at it was automatically torn to pieces. However, the way it was torn to pieces was slightly different for each girl who was hit by it. Why didn’t I notice it?

In general, the cross-sections were rough, as if torn by something like an animal’s claw, but the shape and size of the pieces varied considerably.

Especially when Noctilla is torn apart.

“Aaaa… .”

It’s strange. Even if her entire body is not just reduced to pieces but completely turned into dust, Noctilla will not die. However, she has not yet escaped the human way of thinking and the structure of her brain as a human.

He couldn’t remember how he had been torn apart.

But clearly, even at the moment of fragmentation, and even after fragmentation, some of the eye and brain tissue were connected, storing all the sights. It was just that the brain never tried to access the memory, which is something that should not be possible for a human being.

Stretch your neural circuits. Think about it.

It was a truly strange sensation. He remembered his entire body being torn apart, blood and flesh falling to the ground.

It was absolutely ecstatic.

The cut surface of his own fragmented figure was smooth like a mirror, unlike other children.

The truth. The whole picture. Enlightenment.

The puzzle comes together in Noctilla’s head.

monster.

The name of that monster is Abyss Gazing.

“They call it the Abyss, but in this sweet, fluffy land of sweets, there is something dark and terrible… .”

There are nothing but fucking devils around us.

that.

It was a mirror from the beginning.

The mirror didn’t really do anything. It just stood there.

I look at it, I look at my ugly self, I look at the reality that completely ruins my dreams, and I just can’t stand it.

The girls say they tore themselves apart. It was so horrible. It was just unacceptable.

Can I accept it? Can I face it? Can I affirm the ugly self that has fallen?

Can we believe that a country like this can see the light again? Can we stand up again? Can we love any kind of self?

Can I still assert with force that I am human?

My forearm is throbbing.

Smile once.

“That’s impossible.”

There is no way I can confirm that.

Still, I feel ugly, horrible, dirty, and pathetic. I’m sick of it. I want to kill someone quickly. I want to be killed by someone.

I want to hit you, stab you, cut you, support you, break you, taunt you, tease you, trample on you, and completely destroy you.

Even now, I am covered in my sisters’ blood all over my body. It’s hot. The instinctive excitement brought on by the color red.

I’m the worst because I can smell the sweet smell of blood.

So let’s torture ourselves with all our might. Let’s prove to ourselves now that we are hopeless pieces of trash.

“After… .”

Bring your hand to your face.

Gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp!!!!!!!

The floodgates open.

Bam. Magic surges through my entire body. I feel like my whole body will burst like a balloon.

I remembered. Something that had been buried for a long, long time.

I knew it the moment I first saw it. I knew it from the moment I first came here. This was all a dream, a phantom, a fake. There was no such thing as an innocent girl in this hell.

It’s a tower of flesh.

A towering, rainbow-colored, pink and crimson tower made of the crushed flesh of 76 girls.

A tower that reflects the girl herself.

He knew that the ugly tower standing before his eyes was the real appearance of the girls. He knew that there was a dark shadow behind the sparkling smiles that greeted him. He knew that it meant nothing.

I knew from the beginning that this would happen. But I pretended not to know. I turned a blind eye.

Wasn’t there another way? I wish I had just left this place at the moment I realized everything. But soon, a familiar face appeared.

In the voice of Heartma, in the voice of Naheshi, he accuses me of killing them all with my own hands, saying that it is all my fault.

Auditory hallucinations and tinnitus that are stuck in my ears. To the point where I can’t hear any other sounds. Probably something that will never go away. Never stop.

It’s so painful, so painful, so good.

“Thank you. I learned something good.”

Noctilla tore at her own eyelids, just as Hartma had done, to keep them from closing.

Look into the abyss.

It is herself, and Hartma, and Naheshi, and Domi, and Kuberisha, and Jess, and Maiya, and Teima, and, and… all of them.

everyone.

I remember the names, faces, personalities, and favorite games of all 76 girls.

All the sisters I truly love. The sisters I killed. Their true nature, their roots, their true appearance are standing there.

Real, true flesh and blood.

“Sisters. Did you have a hard time?”

Stretch your hands above your head.

“It hurt. It was painful.”

A torrent of black, hideous magic forms a sword. It gathers, twists, and expands.

“I wish someone would save me. I prayed over and over again that I would rather die like this.”

Soon, a huge, black sword that seemed to reach the sky was at the tip of his finger.

“You were waiting for someone to kill you, right?”

A sword that still flows strongly, or writhes and twists like a living thing.

The ground made of candy that Noctilla stepped on, unable to withstand the force, caved in, stretching out spiderweb-like gold for several meters, tens of meters.

The houses made of candy, the town that Noctilla loved, are destroyed and disappear with just the aftermath.

“That’s why I came. Sure.”

Noctilla sheds bloody tears.

I try to wipe it absentmindedly with my other hand, but since I have no eyelids, my eyeball touches the back of my hand. It feels like jelly. I’m long past the point where I can be surprised by things like that.

“So, I have to kill them all.”

Slowly lower your hands, stretched out toward the sky.

A black sword that was tens, hundreds, maybe even thousands of meters long was leisurely swung down.

“You’ll understand, right?”

ー■■■■, ■■■■■■■!!!

The tower of corpses roars. I have no idea what it is trying to say or what it is thinking.

“I’m sorry. I love you.”

Finally, it was completely drawn.

The sword cuts through the monster. The grotesque tower splits in half.

It bursts and shatters. The ground splits long. Long, long, long.

Clouds like cotton candy are torn apart.

ー■■■■■■■, ■, ■■■, ■■■■, ■ in words, ■■ah. ■■■ did■. ■■.

The words that the sisters wanted to convey lastly, whether they were curses, reproaches, forgiveness, or encouragement, were desperately squeezed out, but even so, they could not be properly expressed in words.

In the first place, the monster had no intelligence left to form sentences. It simply murmured quietly, without pronunciation.

Of course, Noctilla couldn’t understand, so she decided to think of it as she pleased.

What remains is flesh scattered on the floor.

Sisters’ flesh.

“It must have been the sound of someone hating me so much. Yeah.”

Muttering like that, Noctilla slowly and leisurely ate every last bit of flesh that fell to the ground.

***

I woke up from a long sleep.

In that act, he realized that he had eyelids.

When Noctilla opened her eyes, she found herself in a hellish world where trees made of bones grew on land made of flesh and entrails flowed like a river.

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain.

Noctilla looked around with blank eyes.

Several dogs made of flesh, just like the ones he had first seen in the Demon World, were biting Noctilla.

A thousand years? Ten thousand years? It was a very long dream, but it didn’t seem to be a long sleep. It had only been a few days since I first arrived in the Demon World.

The sound of scraping metal.

Noctyla is a food that returns to its original state no matter how much it is eaten. The dogs lost their wits and ate it without thinking, and their stomachs burst, with Noctyla’s flesh dripping out from their sides.

The dogs were still groping for Noctilla’s flesh, viciously and savagely, until the surrounding area was covered in entrails.

“It hurts.”

Noctilla turned dogs into dust. She didn’t even have to wave her arms or make gestures. She could do this just by putting her mind to it.

Now I was alone.

The girl who gently grabs my hand and asks, “Who are you?” and says, “Let’s go to the village together.” I know that no matter how long I wait, she won’t come.

So it’s my turn to leave.

Noctilla stood up. She looked out at the endless expanse of slimy flesh and viscera, the true landscape of the Demon Realm.

My two eyes, my fingertips, my chest, they felt hot as if they were being burned by a red-hot iron. It was all from a brief dream.

In this infinitely vast land, how many more dreams are there? And how many more girls are there?

The Demon World is the dream of dead girls, and the dead dreams of girls. Both the girls and the dreams are equally dead.

Hundreds of thousands, millions, no, tens of millions of dead girls were having painful visions in their dead dreams, just like their ‘sisters’ had done.

I am.

“I came here to kill them all.”

So I will become the Demon King.

To complete as many fucking pilgrimages as there are, and gain the power to tear the world and everything else apart.

I will kill these girls. Tens of millions of their sisters. I will save them.

“… That’s right. I had a younger sibling. I had one. Yeah. There… .”

Suddenly, I think of the sister I left behind on the other side.

I now vividly feel that my real blood relatives from the Sarsbury family, who I thought were dead when I was young, are alive in this world.

“My little brother.”

A sword forms at Noctilla’s fingertips. She condenses the magical energy that could form a sword several kilometers long into a dagger the size of her palm.

The earth trembles. Space, phases, and forces cannot withstand the force and shake violently.

“Where, let’s see… .”

He shot it high into the sky.

Kkakakakak, kkigi …

The dagger, shot at hypersonic speeds and flying through the clouds, makes a loud noise as it rubs against the dimension, creating a small hole.

Beyond the hole is the present world.

“Is it too much for a person to pass through? Well, this should be fine. … Please.”

The pitch-black sword disappears into the gap between dimensions.