Mysteries: Arcana Wars

"Is" stood on the cockpit and did not pull out the crowbar.

Melissa finally calmed down. She was pinned to the cockpit by the crowbar and could not move. She could only hold the old crowbar and breathe calmly. The blood dyed her skirt deep red.

Melissa hadn't given her all yet, and "Is" had been letting her go, so the farce of a fight finally came to a halt.

Melissa had set up an ambush in the library. "Is", who had decided to keep the appointment, would certainly not give up on making preparations for the library in advance, at least to prevent Melissa from summoning the great existence behind her so easily.

In Yis's consciousness, the whole world is a mess of disordered threads, and the intricate connections between things define the things themselves. As an "identity", a false role under His control, Yis-Shizil is a series of connections cultivated by Him and completely controlled by Him. When He needs, He can manipulate and weave these threads at will, and when He doesn't need them, He can put them aside, completely draw a line between the created connections and the real self, and maintain the purity of the self.

It's like a tool that you take great care of. You hold it tightly in your hand when you need it, and put it away in time when it's not in use to avoid accidental injury to yourself when using it.

Now, when He had completely removed all connections and masks related to the identity of [Is Shizel], there were still a few thin, vague threads of connection left on Him. These should have been connected to the mask of [Is Shizel], and should not have remained entangled in His hands after He changed His clothes.

A tiny, mottled thread of connection connected Him and Melissa.

Just like a hot iron pot leaves burns, just like soft dough leaves dust, just like dirty stream leaves mud.

There was a faint trace of contamination left on His body.

Looking back and exploring carefully, it seems that these few thin lines existed when he first came into contact with Melissa, and have been growing slowly but steadily over the past few years, but they have not become much thicker.

But now, the colors of these threads are too chaotic and corrupted, making it difficult for Him to define what these threads are. The complex colors are entangled with the erratic threads, which look extremely fragile, but are firmly connected to Melissa at the other end.

Editing connections and fate based on oneself will easily lead to backlash and contamination. The more one wants to change fate, the more one wants to steal the world, the easier it is for one to fall into the vortex of one's own weaving. Once one cannot distinguish between [self-connection] and [fabricated connection], it will often cause the Beyonder to lose control and be destroyed. This is the dangerous curse of His path. If one finds such an unexpected increase in unknown connections, it must be cut off in time.

For an angel king, being contaminated by tiny connections is a very common thing. Once discovered, just cut them off immediately. It's no big deal.

But for the subsequent plans regarding Melissa, this small connection is harmless, and keeping it seems to be more helpful to the plan.

"Now we can talk."

"Is" walked forward and simply sat on the cockpit.

"Oh, what to talk about?"

Melissa spat out a mouthful of blood foam, sneering while grabbing the crowbar in front of her chest.

"I admit that I received a lot of favor from you during the Doomsday Disaster of the Fifth Epoch a few years ago. Your help helped me survive many dangerous moments, but I never expected that one day I would be nailed here by you like this."

She used her hand to remove a piece of glass shard from her body.

"What on earth do you want from me?"

"Get you into the group."

As he spoke, "Is" leaned over and helped Melissa clean the glass debris embedded in her body while telling her his plan.

"Your emotions just now are not directed at me alone."

Melissa's hand froze.

"so what?"

"You are still targeting some great being."

"Is" pulled hard, and another piece of glass covered with blood foam and broken meat was pulled out, and then thrown aside.

“I originally thought that you only had some strong and firm connection with the great being behind you, but judging from your dagger and your performance just now, your relationship with that great being is much more complicated than I originally thought.

"So I think that just as I want to escape from the Father God who imprisoned me, you must have some intentions for the great existence behind you."

“Oh, that’s easy for you to say. How can I interfere in the fight between “Them” gods?” Melissa chuckled and picked up a piece of debris from her thigh. “Your Highness, Angel, I’m sure you are not a simple Sequence 2, but I’m only a Sequence 3 Saint. In the eyes of you mythical creatures, I’m just a small ant. I don’t have the ability or possibility to change the fate of any great being.”

"So, what if I give you this possibility?"

Melissa finally raised her head and looked at "Is".

"Now, I can give you a chance. You will no longer be the background of some myth or legend. You will no longer be just a foil to shape the character of the protagonist. You can be yourself, as 'Melissa Moretti', to challenge this world with gods and heroes as the core of the narrative. Use your own will and strength to jump out of the arrangements and plans of the superiors, and give them a unique shock. Let them see that 'Melissa Moretti' is a meaningful and important existence, not a consumable that can be thrown away after the story is constructed..."

"Do you want to?"

Fragments of past memories came flooding back, and Melissa recalled the sleepless days and nights when she tossed and turned, the times when she chased after him with all her might but ultimately could not gaze at him side by side, the sorrow of being deceived but unable to do anything about it, and the complicated emotions of mortals that were wiped out of all meaning by the words "God's destiny and will" - the chasm between God and man that can never be crossed.

“It’s a paradox.”

Melissa stared at "Is" seriously.

“You wish to fight the divine narrative, but the weapon you offer comes from yourself—an angel, a natural mythical creature.

“You are just pulling me, using one god to interfere with another more powerful god, instead of actually using the power of a mortal to fight against the gods.

"You are still using extraordinary people to fight extraordinary people, and using gods to fight gods..."

"Only the source substance can fight against the source substance, and only eternity can fight against eternity!"

"Is" suddenly interrupted Melissa.

"Yes, this is an unsolvable paradox. If you want to challenge it, you must use it itself as a weapon.

"Do you want to?"

"…So you hope that I can attract the great existence behind me to interfere with your plan with your father, so that you can regain your freedom?"

"In this plan, if you have other plans for the great being behind you, we can realize them together." "Is" pointed upwards, "From what I know, the current situation of the one behind you is not optimistic."

“In other words, I released two angels from the Outer God in order to fulfill a wish related to God?” Melissa said, “This is not a good deal.”

"So, in other words, what if our next efforts and sacrifices are to resolve two possible divine disasters?"

"Is" pointed at himself and then at Melissa.

"My father, who has long been driven mad, is approaching this planet. I hope you can use the great existence behind you to contain Him and finally seal this completely crazy foreign god. In the process, I can help realize a wish related to the great existence behind you."

"…What are your plans?"

“Relationship and existence, nothingness and illusion, this is the authority that my brother and I hold. I believe you have experienced the specific details in the past few years.

"As for the specific plan, this is not the place to discuss it. We need a place that is completely isolated from reality and leaves no traces to discuss the details below."

As he spoke, "Is" extended his hand to Melissa.

"I think you must also want to know what happened to the being behind you."

"..."

Melissa couldn't help but ask.

"You've said a lot here. Aren't you afraid that I will call on the great being behind me?"

"I did use some means to prevent you from praying to that being here. But the fact that you can still ask this question shows that I haven't completely cut off your desire for help. I also believe that in addition to active prayers, you must have the means to passively summon that being."

Iskandar said.

"So I think this is a relatively fair cooperation. We both have our own goals here, and we both have the means to contain each other. Once you find any problems with my plan, you will definitely pray to the being behind me."

"..."

“So, I’m taking a gamble.

"I bet you won't let me take this opportunity. I bet the preparations I made on you will be effective."

"..."

Melissa stared into "Is's" eyes, was silent for a moment, and then pulled out the crowbar from her body with force.

"You bastard, I won't forgive you that easily."

She reached out her bloody hand and held "Is".

"But damn, you made the right bet."