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Suddenly I came to my senses.

The surroundings are cold, with a lethargic feeling as if I just woke up from sleep.

But when I opened my eyes, I couldn’t see anything.

Even if you try to move your body, it doesn’t move.

No, it’s not that I’m not moving, I can’t feel my body at all.

What is this?

I just feel like I’m floating and a chill that’s so unpleasant.

Even if I try to scream, I just feel frustrated and no sound comes out.

Let’s think about it carefully.

Just a moment ago, I came home from work after a long day and cracked open a bottle of alcohol. So logically speaking, I drank alcohol and passed out.

I fell asleep drunk. It’s strangely cold. So is it still dawn?

So am I stuck in a cage?

No matter how much I think about it, that’s all there is to it.

If you can’t move your hands or feet or open your eyes, then what else could it be but scissors?

But there is a sense of floating, along with an unpleasant chill. A feeling of floating in the air and a strange chill that seeps deep into the bones.

Is this a dream?

Then I’ll wake up someday.

So I waited.

But it couldn’t happen.

I’ve sworn, I’ve cursed, I’ve begged, I’ve done everything I can.

But it couldn’t happen.

I waited until the cold slowly seeped in until I could no longer recall what warmth felt like.

But it couldn’t happen.

No matter how long I waited, no matter how much I screamed without a sound, nothing changed in this cold, empty darkness.

I’ve been waiting.

I stayed still.

Because I couldn’t move in the first place.

Then suddenly I discovered a light.

Bright light and warm warmth.

I knew as soon as I saw it. There was something I wanted there.

But I forgot.

That I can’t move.

That I had no choice but to just look up.

The lights increased one by one.

What I wanted was right there, I had to just look up.

What your heart desires is up there, what you cannot give up is up there, what you must have is up there.

Now the light fills the sky above like the night sky.

As I constantly look up from under the water, I find myself reminiscing over memories of a time when I was a person who now seems so distant, yet so terribly haunting.

I try to imagine the warmth of a memory that has become so worn out from looking at a photograph that I can no longer remember even a trace of it.

Of course, you can’t feel it.

Then a light fell.

Down.

Down.

Down.

Fondant.

Beyond sleep and below.

in the end.

The light illuminated the deep sea, and only then did I realize that this was not the sea.

Above the water, beyond the sky.

I know that the shining stars are not the real shining stars.

There was no sea.

The sea was me.

Light is a dying life, screaming at the end.

A life that died cursing the world, full of resentment and despair.

As I rolled it around, I felt a very faint warmth for the first time in a long time.

It was sweet and delicious, like eating ice cream after weeks of only eating rice.

If you didn’t know anything, this would have been enough.

Unfortunately, I know this tastes bitter.

Because they were unlucky, because the world had abandoned them, because they had simply done bad things, because the country was bad. Only those who had fallen down the social ladder, hated someone, or had despaired of everything came to me one by one.

Only the lives that have fallen to the bottom come to me.

As I tasted that light little by little, I saw how that life had lived.

Of course, that time is very fleeting, and after a brief moment of sucking, it disappears quickly.

Then we had to wait a very long time for the next light to fall.

One, two, three, four.

I was waiting for it to fall intermittently, and at one point it didn’t fall on me for a very long time.

A very long time.

I have no sense of time at all, so I don’t know if it really took that long or if it really didn’t take that long!

So I decided to reach out to the light that was close to me under the water.

And it arrived.

Huh? That’s weird.

When did I ever have hands?

No matter how much I think about it, I don’t remember ever moving anything like this.

But more than that, I had a greater longing to feel warmth after a long time.

The hand slowly flowed and touched the light. Of course, it was not easy to rise above the water surface. Even though I had my hand, I could only waver as if there was an invisible wall.

But little by little, and finely, the country condenses the sea, compresses it into needles, and up, up, up.

And then a hand, so thin it was almost invisible compared to the light, reached up and touched the light that was floating just above the water.

It was not a dead life like before, but a life that was still alive.

It’s a cracked bowl that looks like it’ll break in despair, but it’s much warmer!

The light took hold of my hand.

A life with its own unfortunate past held my hand tightly, asking me to save it.

But I had nothing to give.

What can I do if there is nothing I can do?

Then I saw my slender hand floating above the water.

Should I give you more?

As I pushed myself up, I was blocked by an invisible wall as strong as a wall, but my hand broke through it and I went up.

The light is rejoicing.

He laughed as if he had gained tremendous strength in his hands, but soon stopped laughing.

And scream.

Stop it. Stop it.

But I can’t stop. Because I couldn’t raise it anymore, so I just stayed still.

Pfft!

After the light exploded, it turned black and dyed the surrounding light the same black. Then, along with the light itself, other stars in the distance fell on me.

oh.

It’s like the moment when primitive man discovered fire.

What happened?

When I licked the murky piece, the creature I had given power to exploded. Then, it dragged along another creature that was living peacefully. It was caught in the explosion and died together. If you die like that, you will fall to me.

As other taxa emerged, several hypotheses could be formulated.

I guess I’m a lump of power. I remember every single memory of when I was a human, even if the colors have faded, so it wasn’t like that from the beginning.

I guess it was reincarnation or something.

Warmth is more important than that.

It’s so cold here, it’s like when you go out in the middle of winter without thinking and put on a thin jacket, but you end up standing in line outside for a very long time.

It feels like holding a hand warmer in your hand that turns off in 30 minutes with just a little light.

So I want more warmth.

When it gets hot enough, I feel like I have no more patience. I want to get rid of the cold that has seeped deep into my bones.

So I’m thinking, how can I get more warmth like this?

The explosion just now.

The vessel that can hold power was a mess to begin with. If you try to pour water into such a vessel, it is natural that it will break.

But the fact that I came out like that and swept away the people around me is a very important factor.

In particular, all the lives that die while being caught up in it fall to me.

The light was quite high up, but everyone was living well in their own way. They had parents, children, and were either planning a great future or were amassing wealth by doing slightly bad things.

It has nothing to do with good or evil.

The will to move forward, happiness, joy, if you live well, you are in that high place. Of course, then the light is brighter and there is more warmth.

But unlike the height of the light I looked up at from the floor, in the world they lived in, they lived physically close to me.

So when it exploded, I got caught in it and died, and if it touched me at all, it fell on me. I fell into the ocean called me.

We can guess this as follows.

If you reach out to the light near the water and push me up, the light will radiate!

So here’s the thing. If I can do the same thing again, I can get more warmth. I decided to do it right away.

As the light increases, more and more light gets closer to the surface.

The place I lived in was also drowning in despair. The country I lived in had fewer lives born than during a world war or an epidemic. A world where death surpassed birth.

If you think about it, more people will despair. The more light there is, the more light will come to me.

To me.

So when it came close to me, I stretched out my hand. When my hand touched the light, I pushed myself in, and then, without fail, it exploded.

Every time, it fell with a thud.

But that was too short-lived and the amount dropped was small.

Then suddenly an idea occurred to me.

A warlock who makes a pact with an evil demon. Something like that.

There used to be games where you had to catch demons, and those kinds of things are very common.

Give them power and let them do as they please.

Since that power is coming soon, the life that dies to me will surely fall to me!

hmm!

Let’s do it now!

So I slowly raised it.

Very gently.

slowly.

little by little.

Subtly… … .

ah.

It all blew up.

A life filled with despair is a tattered vessel. The light that twinkles in the distance is solid, but the light that falls down here could disappear at any moment.

It’s sweet if you lick it though.

The one who died screaming was sweeter, so the higher up you are, the more likely it is that there is warmth.

Warmth is sweetness.

So I looked at all the countless stars that were floating above the endless sea. After all, time is infinite, and you don’t die if there is no warmth.

Of course, I hunted from time to time when I felt like I was going to die, but I don’t want to be satisfied with that.

You rent out power, and you take the death of that power as rent, and when you die, you take it all with you.

Unearned income!

I want to hunt automatically instead of having to hunt like I do now.

This is how intelligence should be written.

But if I just push a little bit of force, it all bursts, so what should I do?

It was one day when I was worrying like that.

A thin thread came down from the high sky and touched me.

The other end of the thread was touching the light high up there. The moment I grabbed the thread, feeling like I was being pulled in, I was instantly sucked into that high place.

Huh?

I remember a similar situation.

Did I get tricked?

And for the first time in a long time, it’s been so noisy around me. It’s so noisy inside and outside that it’s giving me a headache. I’m really getting annoyed by the feeling of my blood flowing, my heart beating, and every cell inside me moving.

I opened my eyes for the first time in a long time.

I see a building in a dark style I’ve never seen before, and in front of it are people with their heads bowed, covered in dark cloth.

“From the other side of the negative dimension, a force full of malice and hunger, waiting for us to despair and fall! The being of the void has finally descended upon this land from a dark and gloomy world!”

Even though I don’t know the language, I can listen and understand it.

Then you know the language.

I looked down as I heard the sound. I saw someone sitting on a hard stone chair, naked, with pale skin and no clothes on. But bright red blood was flowing down my body and down to the bottom.

You can see her breasts sticking out, but there’s a hole in the middle of them that looks like it was cut with a drill, and the severed blood vessels are sticking out.

I lifted the terribly heavy hand and brought it up to my eyes. I saw a hand that must have been very small and soft. It was cold now.

People lying down around me are reciting a spell. It’s a fairly simple spell: “Please let me live well.” But since the pitch is different from that of the person speaking in front, it’s a spell.

It’s good that it doesn’t need interpretation.

anyway.

A gloomy building, people covered in shabby cloth, a girl whose heart was ripped out, and me, summoned inside.

This is pagan.

“Oh God, grant our wish! Oh God, grant our wish! Oh, you piece of shit!”

No, my name isn’t like that fucking name.